My mama would sing

On that front porch swing

I was 8 years old

Old hands good friends

Feeding my soul

I gotta go back

I gotta go back

To that place where all those

Good old days were at

If I'm ever gonna get

This crazy life of mine on track

I gotta go back

I gotta go back

We spent our last few years

On our careers

Working our way up

With the ladders we've climbed

We never took time

To work on us

We gotta go back

We gotta go back

To that place where all those

Good old days were at

If we're ever gonna

Get this crazy love of ours on track

We gotta go back

We gotta go back

Remember the days when our children were safe

And schools didn't have guns

There was no Iraq

No terrorist attacks

No 911

We gotta go back

We gotta go back

To that place where all those

Good old days were at

If we're ever gonna get

This crazy world of ours on track

We gotta go back

We gotta go back

If we're ever gonna get

This crazy world of ours on track

We gotta go back

We gotta go back