Im sitting here
so far away
remembering times we had.
My simple life
in a simple place
where the good times
were the bad.

It was a simple place
my Mobile Estate
the yard kept me busy
the floods made me late

alway's in a hurry
neighbors would pass by
never without stopping
or at least waving hi.

The nights of stormy weather
they all watched over me
when the power had an outage
they kept me company.

It was the bad times
that were the good times
one would expect it
from your friends

but they were only neighbors,
lending me a helping hand.

I took the time to listen
with my eye's as well as ear's
I saw and heard and loved you all
remembering now a tear...

the laughing and talking
conversations we shared
because we were all neighbors
because we cared.

I miss our life the way we were
the rain parties that we had
they came quite unexpected
turned my bad times into glad...