Thinking About My Folks

Thinking About My Folks

I'm sitting here thinking about my folks
It feels like years since I've been home
I've got a feeling like I'm homesick
But it's something more
My thoughts are running wild
In this warm desert air
Imagining that I'm there
I hear those old dogs barking
As I walk up the road
It's sad because I never seem to find the time
To even write them  a couple of lines
It's always phone calls home
For the Holidays
When I was young they found time for me
They worked so hard to raise a family
Now all the kids have grown
And they've grown old
Nothing more to show except for growing old

Somehow it doesn't seem right
My parents raised me then almost overnight
I heard the wind call my name
I was gone
Now I wonder what they get in return
For all the years of love and concern
I guess the person I've become is their only reward
Whenever I was down on my luck
My ole man he'd slip me a couple of bucks
And never made me feel like any less of a man
Now I've found it's not money or gifts they give
I've been a taker all these years I've lived
I never realized the true worth of their lives
The gift they give comes from their souls deep inside
That's something you can't buy

I've put so many miles between me and them
It's gotten so easy to pretend
There's no debt owed
I've got a life of my own
After all these years I hope it's not too late
To let them know I'm proud of my name
And a chance to thank them
For everything they've done
Now I'm haunted by memories
Of the way things used to be
I can hear them both calling me home
I wish I could go back to my younger days
I was cheated by yesterday
I was never told
I'd have to watch them grow old
I didn't know they'd get so old
When did they grow so old
Growing old

I'm sitting here thinking about my folks.

Judge Santiago Burdon




Thinking About My Folks

I'm sitting here thinking about my folks
It feels like years since I've been home
I've got a feeling like I'm homesick
But it's something more
My thoughts are running wild
In this warm desert air
Imagining that I'm there
I hear those old dogs barking
As I walk up the road
It's sad because I never seem to find the time
To even write them  a couple of lines
It's always phone calls home
For the Holidays
When I was young they found time for me
They worked so hard to raise a family
Now all the kids have grown
And they've grown old
Nothing more to show except for growing old

Somehow it doesn't seem right
My parents raised me then almost overnight
I heard the wind call my name
I was gone
Now I wonder what they get in return
For all the years of love and concern
I guess the person I've become is their only reward
Whenever I was down on my luck
My ole man he'd slip me a couple of bucks
And never made me feel like any less of a man
Now I've found it's not money or gifts they give
I've been a taker all these years I've lived
I never realized the true worth of their lives
The gift they give comes from their souls deep inside
That's something you can't buy

I've put so many miles between me and them
It's gotten so easy to pretend
There's no debt owed
I've got a life of my own
After all these years I hope it's not too late
To let them know I'm proud of my name
And a chance to thank them
For everything they've done
Now I'm haunted by memories
Of the way things used to be
I can hear them both calling me home
I wish I could go back to my younger days
I was cheated by yesterday
I was never told
I'd have to watch them grow old
I didn't know they'd get so old
When did they grow so old
Growing old
I'm sitting here thinking about my folks.