"Wake up, time is a' wasting
The sun has been up for an hour or more
And old Buster is waitying, down on the doorstep
With so much to show you and places to go
And it's almost like being back home"

Chorus:

   Up on the hill there's an old dirt road
   That leads to somewhere, or so I've been told
   But Buster and me, we're taking it slow
   So we'll sit and we'll rest for awhile
   And it's almost like being back home

Downstairs, no one is waking
Though the clock on the wall says a quartet to eight
And the fiddle and banjo still lean by thewall
With tunes of their own that just wait to be played

Still find it hard to believe
It's been such a long time since last we were here
There're stories to tell you and tunes to be played
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from Almost Like Being Back Home, words and music by Jerry Rasmussen

Hi, ebbie:

Your post reminded me of the song that I wrote, many, many years ago. (And am having trouble remembering all the words.) I wrote this after a recording session for my first album on Folk-Legacy. At the time, a friend of theirs, Ray Frank had left his dog with them. The original song has the dog's name, but darned if I can recall it right now, so I stuck "Buster" in there... the name of my Mom's dog when she was a little girl. I think I'll leave him in there, anyway. Nice taking a walk with my Mom's dog. I have a picture of her sitting on the front steps of their old farmhouse, with Buster as a pup.

Your description of going for a walk with your dog reminded me of that morning. I woke up earlier than everyone else, and when I went downstairs, there was Ray Frank's dog sitting by the door, wanting to take me for a walk. I left him lead me, and we headed up an old dirt road, that leads to somewhere, or so I've been told. But, we weren't going anywhere... just enjoying the early morning sun rising over the hill.

Jerry