A Place for Everything

In my father's house and his back yard

There are piles of junk and two rusted cars

They remind him of his younger days

He keeps his memories all over the place

He's a packrat of some great repute

A fact that no man could dispute

Mom just shakes her head and sighs

And keeps her kitchen clean

Ahh there's a place for everything

So why can't he ever find anything

Still it comforts him just knowing

That it's always there if he needs it

He's built sheds and barns to house his stuff

There are shelves and bins and hooks and dust

His little empire fills him up with pride

The neighbors cringe, he just smiles

Ahh there's a place for everything

So why can't he ever find anything

Still it comforts him just knowing

That it's always there if he needs it

Well I must admit I understand

These traits we share with this old man

Dad's got higher piles of junk than mine

But I'm sure I'll catch up in time

Ahh there's a place for everything

So why can't I ever find anything

Still it comforts me just knowing

That it's always there if I need it

He's got buckets full of rusted bolts and two drawers packed with old remotes from TVs that died long ago and ashes from an old wood stove.

His work bench is piled with wires and screws and things he's not sure what they do, he's got stacks of shingles, he's got a perfect roof and old electric motors too...

Ahh there's a place for everything...

--Lance Cowan/Sam Gray

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Hat tip to Tim and own his dad  :o)

And so much love, happiness, and joy in my memories of my own father...

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