Текст песни Stealing Home - Willie Nelson
Being
young
got
old
I
couldn′t
wait
to
grow
up
When
I
finally
hit
18
I
got
out
of
this
tired
old
town
I
didn't
get
back
much
As
much
as
mama
wanted
The
few
times
I
did
get
back
It
didn′t
hit
me
like
it
is
right
now
The
house
got
small
Dad
lost
his
hair
The
rope
swing
and
the
trees
aren't
there
The
neighbor,
she
ain't
sweet
old
Mrs.
Jones
Little
sister′s
not
right
down
the
hall
Rex
ain′t
around
to
fetch
his
ball
No
need
to
ride
to
grandma's
down
the
road
Damn
old
Father
Time
for
stealing
home
It
didn′t
take
two
weeks
From
the
time
the
sign
first
went
up
Dad
said
the
folks
who
bought
it
Sure
do
seem
to
love
the
place
Mom
called
and
I
came
To
help
her
load
the
U-Haul
Seems
for
every
box
I
pack
I
find
another
yesterday
The
house
was
huge
and
dad
had
hair
There
was
a
rope
swing
on
the
tree
right
there
No
one
baked
a
pie
like
Mrs.
Jones
And
we
grew
like
weeds
on
the
kitchen
wall
Rex,
he
lived
to
fetch
his
ball
And
grandma
was
a
bike
ride
down
the
road
Damn
old
Father
Time
for
stealing
home
Little
sister's
not
right
down
the
hall
Rex
ain′t
around
to
fetch
his
ball
No
need
to
ride
to
grandma's
down
the
road
Damn
old
Father
Time
for
stealing
home
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