Memories of when we were kids
love country memories grandpa
Artist picture
Paul deMarco and I have started a group we call The Co-laborators. Paul is a singer/songwriter/producer and he is the man that puts music and vocals together.
I am a lyric writer and don't sing or play instruments. I collaborate with singer songwriters to put music and vocals to my lyrics.
Song Info
Genre
Country • Traditional Country
Charts
#64 in subgenre Peak #3
Charts
Peak #19
Author
Mike McCorison, Paul deMarco (The Co-Laborators)
Uploaded
January 24, 2024
Track Files
MP3
MP3 8.4 MB • 320 kbps • 3:33
Character
Energy
relaxed, cool
high-energy
Danceable
coffee-place
dancefloor
Positivity
dark, sad, angry
happy
Appeal
unique
radio-friendly
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
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