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Thank God That I Was HomeI gave myself a bit of a shock today Someone played that old time rock n roll~ And then something it took over Yes .. I can still today do the stroll~ All those old hand jive moves and steps Came back as good as way back when~ And some simply looking at me said Well I'll be he's as good as he was then~ All of those old foot steps and moves Came back from yesterday~ I could not believe it myself As my feet took over and had their way~ Rubber legs they called me as a young bloke And I guess that it's still all there~ My Tracy laughed and looked at me Saying you could not take him anywhere~ Tracy she was doing just so well and Told them leave him alone~ But one thing for sure I feel Thank God that I was home~ All it takes is to jolt a memory Greatest days a little gone by time~ But all that hand jive and rock n roll It's still there and doing fine~ I told my feet that I'm not as young As I was away back when~ But I guess feet have not got ears And away they went ag'en ~ Next thing all were doing same And having such a time were they~ But thank god that I was at home Dancing with my Tracy May~ Terrence Michael Sutton copyright 2008 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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