Andy Byron: Music

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Written in 1985

Barely ten years old
When Mama passed away
Daddy kept the farm
I can see him plain as day
I think of runnin’ like the wind
And waitin’ for the Fall
And the ol’ white picket fence
From there I saw it all

And a southern wind blows on thru the back door
And dries the tears in my eyes
And a summer rain washes in behind it
It’s pourin’ on the ol’ white picket fence

When I turned eighteen
He gave me what he’d saved
To have what he could not
At a college in LA
But each time the summer sky
Would turn black and thunder sound
I’d see the ol’ white picket fence
And my heart would start to pound

And a southern wind blows on thru the back door
And dries the tears in my eyes
And a summer rain washes in behind it
It’s pourin’ on the ol’ white picket fence

It’s been ten years since he died
I have a fine suburban life
A son who bears his name
And God I love my wife
But sometimes on stormy nights
When that first drop strikes the pane
I see the ol’ white picket fence
Out there standing in the rain

And a southern wind blows on thru the back door
And dries the tears in my eyes
And a summer rain washes in behind it
It’s pourin’ on the ol’ white picket fence