When i think of my childhood d daysgrowing e up in the small town a usa The fondest of my d many e memories is that a front porch rocking d chair And e all of us children a gathered there Waiting our turn to d climb up on mama's e knee D with her imagination,{a} around the world she'd take us With the d stories of the places she e knew we'd never see Chorus: In mamas d rocking chair, she could a take us anywhere To a e tropical island, or a snow covered mountain, or a a desert caravan We sailed the ocean, we d climbed the ifle tower, we went a a million miles an hour We traveled e everywhere, in mamas a rocking chair A ive got a wife and some kids of my d own Every e saturday morning they sit at a home Gathered around their d eyes glued to the e screen D around the world they a go in living color and stereo But they may d never get to know, the thrill e imagination brings Chorus Chorus and fade