That Was Life

Nostalgic Harmony: Embracing Life's Simple Pleasures in 'That Was Life'
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Lyrics

I remember my granny rocking me

Recollection of being comforted by the grandmother, reminiscing about childhood.

On a squeaky black front porch swing

Visual memory of sitting on a creaky porch swing.

Listening to an old whippoorwill

Recalling the sounds of nature, specifically the call of a whippoorwill.

Watching lighting bugs light up the sky

Enjoying the sight of fireflies illuminating the night sky.

All wrapped up snug real tight

Feeling warmly wrapped in a handmade quilt from the grandmother.

In ragged quilt she’d sewn just for me

A sentimental attachment to a quilt sewn specifically for the individual.

She would tell me jokes and sing me songs

Granny entertaining with humor and songs.

And pet my head until I dozed off

Grandmother's affectionate gesture of petting the head until falling asleep.

I’d wake up to the smell of bacon grease

Waking up to the aroma of cooking bacon.

Shed roll the dough and I’d play in the flour

Playing with flour while the grandmother prepares dough for biscuits.

Making cat head biscuits in the morning hours

Engaging in making breakfast biscuits together.

That homemade apple butter taste so darn sweet

Savoring the deliciousness of homemade apple butter.

It’s the little things stuck in my mind

Fond memories of small, significant moments from the past.

Like fetching coal to feed the fire

Recalling the task of collecting coal for the fire.

And tobacco fields as far as I could see

Remembering vast tobacco fields in the surroundings.

Whittling sticks with my old case knife

Carving sticks with an old knife, a cherished activity.

Catching creek chub minnows with some fishing line

Enjoying fishing and catching small creek chub minnows.

Listening to the hound dogs run all night

Listening to the sounds of hound dogs running throughout the night.

Yeah that was life

Reflecting on the entirety of these experiences as 'life'.

And when the weather was nice we’d sit outside

Sitting outdoors during good weather, near a shade tree and coal pile.

Underneath the shade tree by the old coal pile

Regular visitors passing by and spending time together.

There was always someone passing by

Recollecting carefree moments running barefoot through a creek.

Who’d drop in and stay a while

Playing with a cousin and enjoying the activities near the creek.

And I’d take off barefoot through the creek

Capturing memories of catching crawdads and skipping stones.

My old coonhound cousin and me

Anticipation for deer hunting season, a favorite time of the year.

Catching crawdads and skipping stones

Enthusiasm for hunting and pursuing whitetail bucks.

Gigging bullfrogs all night long

Excitement among relatives about who would succeed in hunting the biggest deer.

And I couldn’t wait until the fall

Similarity between significant moments in life and fetching coal for the fire.

When deer season came we’d have a ball

Reiterating the presence of tobacco fields as a constant backdrop.

Waking up early and chasing whitetail bucks

Linking nostalgic activities with using an old case knife.

My kin would come from all around

Recollecting fishing experiences using a simple fishing line.

Wondering who’d lay the big one down

Reflecting on the joy of listening to hound dogs running through the night.

And get the bragging rights for the rest of the year

Summarizing these memories as representative of 'life' for the individual.

It’s the little things stuck in my mind

Repeated emphasis on the significance of small, nostalgic moments.

Like fetching coal to feed the fire

Parallel drawn between moments and fetching coal for the fire.

And tobacco fields as far as I could see

Repetition of the imagery of tobacco fields as part of the landscape.

Whittling sticks with my old case knife

Reiterating the sentimental value of whittling sticks with an old knife.

Catching creek chub minnows with some fishing line

Emphasizing the enjoyment of fishing and catching small minnows.

Listening to the hound dogs run all night

Recollection of the sounds of hound dogs running through the night.

Yeah that was life

Reaffirming that these experiences were defining aspects of life.

Yeah that was my life

Final affirmation that these experiences encompassed the individual's life.

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