Song Description
Hindsight look at life
| Song Length |
3:15 |
Genre |
Folk - Contemporary, Country - Contemporary |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Moving |
Subject |
Hear, Listening, Ears |
| Language |
English |
| |
Lyrics
White Picket Fences
Jerry Tegethoff
©2007
I grew up near a farm / A little house behind the barn/ It stands to this day
Now there are telephone poles instead of trees / a subdivided identity
around a farmers old grave / I remember back in the day there were /
White picket fences running along side shade trees / oh those
White picket fences are gone now like me
There was a buckeye tree in the side yard / where Pappy Smith was leaning on a
A homemade cane / that he used for eyes / You wouldn?t think he?s blind
98 steps to cross the lane / to tap a rock with his cane/
Then south bound count 40 posts / to the place he loved to go
Its a garden he weeds by hand / Just his God and Him
And up in the sky / He could hear an eagles cry / by those /
White picket fences running along side shade trees/
White picket fences that are gone now like me
He was my first best friend / I could ask him anything/ an he knew why/
Understood the circle of life / I was young my life had just begun/ He was old an his was almost done
On the day he died / he took his first limo ride past
White picket fences running along side shade trees /
White picket fences are gone now like me