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02/25/22

Morning Role Call

Here're some of the kids in my fourth grade class at Conestoga Elementary. That's me, second from the left in the red, red shirt. That's my major crush Kimberly on the far left with the hairband. Sigh.

Also in this picture are Dan and Don and Nancy and Karen, who are mentioned in my song. I fit in as many of the 33 kids in that class as I could, but there's a story for every one of them. We played our roles in each other's life stories.

Thanks to Ryck Kaiser and Bill Noll for fiddle and mandolin on this one, recorded in 2003 in the basement studio on Maple Avenue. Miss ya, Bill.

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Morning Role Call

Where I grew up we didn’t grow corn
The hills too rocky and the soil too worn
Our dads all worked and our moms made dough
Kick off our bikes and away we’d go

Craig and Eric, Steve and Bobby
Regina, and Regis with the slot-car hobby
Dawn and Diane were identical twins
But you can tell Dawn ‘cause she always wins

Where I grew up we didn’t grow corn
The hills too rocky and the soil too worn
Our dads all worked and our moms made dough
Kick off our bikes and away we’d go

Chris and Dan, Randy and Mike
Who taught us to say “man!” and had a dirt bike
Blonde haired Karen, the first to blossom
Long pig-tails, how she’d toss ‘em!

Where I grew up we didn’t grow corn
The hills too rocky and the soil too worn
Our dads all worked and our moms made dough
Kick off our bikes and away we’d go

We got our ears lowered by Pete Randisi
A quarter-inch cut, it was nice and easy
Kimberly Ann who I’d adore
I bought her a ring at Leo’s store

Where I grew up we didn’t grow corn
The hills too rocky and the soil too worn
Our dads all worked and our moms made dough
Kick off our bikes and away we’d go

Joe, Yvette, Bev and Don
I thought I’d missed ‘em but they’re not gone
Frank and Nancy, that’s not all
Who raised their hands in the Morning Role Call

Where I grew up we didn’t grow corn
The hills too rocky and the soil too worn
Our moms all worked and our dads made dough
Kick off our bikes and away we’d go