Pocket Full Of Crosses

When I think of my childhood days

Growing up in the small town USA

The fondest of my many memories

Is that a front porch rocking chair

And all of us children gathered there

Waiting our turn to climb up on Mama's knee

With her imagination

Around the world she'd take us

With the stories of the places she knew we'd never see

In Mama's rocking chair

She could a take us anywhere

To a tropical island

Or a snow covered mountain

Or a desert caravan

We sailed the ocean

And climbed the Eiffel Tower

We went a million miles an hour

We traveled everywhere

In Mama's a rocking chair

I've got a wife and some kids of my own

Every Saturday morning

They sit at home

Gathered around their eyes glued to the screen

Around the world they go

In living color and stereo

But they may never get to know

The thrill imagination brings

In Mama's rocking chair

She could a take us anywhere

To a tropical island

Or a snow covered mountain

Or a desert caravan

We sailed the ocean

And climbed the Eiffel tower

We went a million miles an hour

We traveled everywhere

In Mama's rocking chair

In Mama's rocking chair

She could a take us anywhere

To a tropical island

Or a snow covered mountain

Or a desert caravan

We sailed the ocean

And climbed the Eiffel tower

We went a million miles an hour

We traveled everywhere

In Mama's a rocking chair

In Mama's -