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![]() ![]() 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. Morning Role Call.mp3 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 |