I used to see my Daddy every day He used to race me in the Carolina sun Back when he was a young man And he could plow the fields until the day was done Mama played piano for the choir Every Sunday afternoon she cooked my favorite things After church we rode a dozen miles On old forgotten pathways, now overgrown with trees Chorus: Home is not the same place that it was Time goes by andchanges everything I left so many things behind me My favorite things I took away Were my memories and my dreams Everything I rode would fly In the woods by the river, and through the fields of hay Stirring dust and making noise Across a homemade finish line now lost and gone away Remember that old dog we used to have Laying on the front porch when it rained Sometimes I really miss my old best friend Buried over in the field where we used to play Chorus