Went walking down to our fishing hole today
want to touch the things we used to say
back when....we were together
mmmmmm.back when...we were in love
when our fishing hole was more than enough
I touched the place we first kissed under the tree
I touched the place where we first came to be
I touched our favorite places we would go
.....it was just like old times
there in my soul
mm.it was the best of times...best of times
(chorus)
Tell me do you practice all the things you say
do you wake up in the mornin and plan your day
tell me how many girls do you do a con on
tell that I am not the only left over fool
do you love and leave by some sort of rule
do you have more than me...still hanging on
Can you remember when we would pack a lunch
we'd lay under that tree and love so much
I remember how you would take my face in your hands
I remember how I was your woman and you were my man
mmm.it was just like old times...there in my mind
(chorus)
tell me do you practice all the things you say
do you wake up in the mornin and plan your day
tell me how many girls do you do a con on
tell me that I am not the only left over fool
do you love and leave by some sort of rule
do you have more than me...still hanging on
(chorus again)
tag last line
Dedicated to my son John who is the best!!!
Lyrics: Pamala
Music: Jim
Engineer: Jerry Micol