Summer of '63 By Paul Davis Verse 1: Sittin' in his favorite chair I climbed upon his knee Said, Grandpa can you tell me Your favorite memory Son! I've got a million But theres one I really miss It was a time in my prime Back when we were kids Chorus: Ridin' bikes and swimmin' Down in blockhouse creek Campin' out and tellin' jokes Baseball and little league Five o'clock and rushin' home Cause Popeyes on T.V. Those were the good times In the Summer of sixty-three Verse 2: Now Rodgers rich in Utah And Mike drives a truck Me I'm writin' bad songs And Marks down on his luck Memories are photographs We capture in our mind And every now and then We relive 'em one more time Repeat chorus Verse 3: Lord! I'd love to go back If I have the time Swim in that old creek With those friends of mine But if my maker calls I'll say Lord! If you please Give me one more Summer Back in sixty-three Chorus: Ride'n bikes and swimmin' Down in blockhouse creek Campin' out and tellin' jokes Baseball and little league Five o'clock and rushin' home Cause popeye's on T.V. Lord! I'd give most anything For one Summer in sixty-three Just one more Summer With Rodger, Mike, Mark and me Copyright © 2011 Paul Davis All Rights Reserved Contact: Jeff Stone c/o Empire Music Co. PO Box 2145 Newburgh, NY 12550 Email: jstone3216@yahoo.com