Lyrics:

Written By Richard Leigh And Robert Byrne

he Raced That Engine Down The Track 'round The Tree On Christmas Day
i Was So Amazed My Dad Would Play With Trains
i Saw A Sparkle In His Eye, Then I Heard Him Say, Come On Son Let's Play, I
was Young Once, Too

he Washed That Buick Faithfully, Lord He Kept Her Clean
i Thought That Machine Meant More To Him Than Me
on The Day I Turned Sixteen He Threw Me The Keys
said I Was Young Once, Too, Now She Belongs To You

he Was Such A Young Man Then, I'm Older Than That Now
i Hope I Measure Up To Him, When The Circle Comes Around

i Saw Him In The Attic Sittin' Cross Legged On The Floor
with Some Old Photographs, He Point And Laughed
he Said, That's Me In That Picture, I Said, No Son, That's Your Dad
i Was Young Once, Too, And Looked A Lot Like You

i Was Young Once, Too, I Was Young Once, Too
merry Christmas Son, I Wish Your Grandpa Were Here
he Was Young Once, Too, And Looked Like Me And You