Lyrics

When I was Three


It's funny the things you think about with time……. to sit alone
The ups, the downs, the pain and doubt ………memories hard to own
Embarrassed by mistakes I’ve made……….. I’ve made more than a few
Change the channel in my brain and the laughs come pouring through
But the memory…..that means the most to me
Sitting on my daddy’s knee, talking on the party line….when I was three

My 15 year old friend Charlotte my best buddy long ago
Sneaking out in her mommy’s car , that old Buick was our show
I remember her so full of life, her smile lit up her face
We grew up too soon, went separate ways, I’ll never forget her grace
But the memory….that means the most to me
Sitting on my daddy’s knee, talking on the party line….when I was three


Daddy was a big man, measured…….. 6 foot four
Standing by the telephone, leaning………up against the door
Talking to his buddy Joe, I’ll meet you at the bar is what he said
The memory comes flooding back, watched daddy takes a chair
I’d jump right up to spend some time, smelled tobacco in the air
It’s coming from his pockets, big suit pockets that were there
And I remember, I remember
When I was three

I've been to some damn good parties, had the best times of my life
I’ve been to some that weren’t so good, maybe the worst times in my life
But I think about the special years, the years that make me smile
The times I choose to hold so close, those that keep that smile
But the memory that means the most to me
But the memory that always seems to be
Sitting on my daddy’s knee, talking on the party line….when I was three
Sitting on my daddy’s knee, talking on the party line….when I was three



© Kevin & Anne Worley