Only business in town was an old fuel pump
At the ole Pop shop
Mr. Feaga sat inside
Waitin' for a car to pull up
Full Service at the pump
Windows cleaned with local Gossip
Grab a drink and a
Magazine
Those memories
Of a long gone scene
What I'd give to go back
To Feagaville
Old man Uebel had a half mile track
Training horses to race out in the back
Racin' horses was the thing
That brought folks here
Sure weren't nothing else
That track was fun for racin' bikes too
I'd ride mine over in the afternoon
Stop by Feaga's just to buy a Coke
And candy too
That's where I broke my tail bone
Ridin' horses and showin' off
Tryin' to impress
Mr. Uebel's granddaugther
Those memories
Of a long gone scene
What I'd give to go back
To Feagaville
Behind Grange Hall on Saturdays
4-H meetings by the day
Secret rendezvous
At night
Ran off Sunday teachers cause we were wild
But that pastor saw the Lord in us
He patiently waited on us
To grow
Patience of a saint
Walking down that dead end lane
Holding hands with a teenage crush
The smell of chicken frying
For Sunday dinner
On a front porch swing on Feagaville Lane
Waitin' on the family
Is a memory that I
Hold dear
Those memories
Of a long gone scene
What I'd give to go back
To Feagaville
Back to Feagaville
