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I remember as a little child

When Saturday would come

We would get in the car

And to grandpas house would go

It seemed to take forever to

Travel down the two-lane road

As radio stations came and went

With every little town

He house sat all alone

No one live near by

And he had many sheep

Out behind his house

And at night we gathered in

Around the radio we sat

Listening to magic radio shows

From so very far away

Then drive back home in the dark

Thought sleeping little towns

And very late we would get back

To our own little home