k.t. oslin
old pictures
There?s a little girl playing dress up  Somewhere under all that lace  Standing in her momma?s high heels shoes  With a lipstick covered face  Here?s a little boy on a pony  He?s a cowboy all the way  Used to pull my hair and make me mad  At the Saturday matinee  Oh who?d have thought I?d lose my heart  To the same little boy someday  (Chorus:)  (Looking through my old pictures  Faded photographs  Some of them bring me close to tears  Others make me laugh  Old memories seem to come alive  And open up the past again  And let me dream inside)  Here?s brother with his very first automobile  We thought he?d wash the paint away  He took a job that took him west  He?s doing very well  But we don?t see much of brother these days  This is my favorite of my paw-paw  He?s dressed up in his Sunday suit  Wide brimmed hat  A watch on a chain  I?m gonna tell you the truth  It?s a picture of a downright handsome man  Caught in the prime of his youth  (Repeat Chorus)  Ooh, ooh, who taught time to fly  Ooh, ooh, who taught those years to just roll on by  (Repeat Chorus)   