Memories of when we were kids
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Story behind the song
Memories of when our parents took us to Grandpa and Gramma's house every Saturday and Granpa always had stories to tell us.
Lyrics
Seven steps
Poppa strapped us in the backseat
We’d play games along the way
“I Spy was my favorite, every Saturday
35 was such a long stretch, a winding twisting road
We couldn’t wait to get there, to Grandpa’s house we’d go
Chorus:
It was seven steps to the top to get to Grandpa’s porch
He’d be rocking in his old pine chair beneath that tiki torch
Those stairs we climbed were more than just wood and nails
To get to where he sat up above, took seven steps of love
Grandpa told us stories each time we were there
How we’d laugh with all the memories that he shared
Grandma always scolded him and said we’d had enough
But then she'd sit right down and listen just like the rest of us
Chorus:
It was seven steps to the top to get to Grandpa’s porch
He’d be rocking in his old pine chair beneath that tiki torch
Those stairs we climbed were more than just wood and nails
To get to where he sat up above, took seven steps of love
His eyes lit up when he told us how he and Gramma met
Grampa was a postman and a World War II vet
He'd climb up those steps in the fall of 49
He’d hand her a stack of mail and a pick up line
Its been ten years tomorrow since grandpa passed away
We still sit upon his porch and reminisce, about those days
We know that grandpas rocking somewhere high above
And telling that ole story about his, seven steps of love
Hmmmm those seven steps
Written by Mike McCorison / Paul deMarco/ The Co-Laborators 1/2024