K.T. Oslin - Old Pictures lyrics

Here's a little girl playing dress up She's somewhere under all that lace Standing in her momma's high heel shoes Gotta lipstick covered face Here's a little boy on a pony He's a cowboy all the way Used to pull my hair and make me mad At the Saturday matinee Oh, who'd have thought I'd lose my heart To the same little boy someday? Looking through my old pictures Faded photographs Some of them bring me close to tears Others make me laugh All those old memories They seem to come alive Open up the past again And let me dream inside Here's my brother with his very first automobile We thought he'd wash the paint away He took a job that took him west, he's doing very well But we don't see much of brother these days This is my favorite of my papa He's all dressed up in his Sunday suit Wide brimmed hat, a watch on a chain I'm gonna tell you the truth It's a picture of a downright handsome man Caught in the prime of his youth Ooh, who taught him to fly? Ooh, who told years just roll on by? Looking through my old pictures Faded photographs Some of them bring me close to tears And others make me laugh All those old memories They seem to come alive And open up the past again And let me dream inside I'm looking through my old pictures Looking through my old pictures Looking through my old pictures