BLACK and WHITE TV
        (A Touch of Nostalgia)

        Lyrics to a song written by Steve Vaus

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        (Posted) By Gary Miller
        July 5, 2003

         

        Editor's Note:

         I received this little poem attached to an E-mail, and really enjoyed the nostalgic trip back to an earlier day in America. I hope that all you folks over 40-yrs. of age will let your mind wander back to those days and feel the relaxation and peace that I enjoyed while reading it.

        To the younger generation, if all this is just too foreign for you to grasp, take a few moments with your parents, (or better yet) your grandparents, and ask them to tell you a few stories about how life in the Good Old U.S.A. was back in those days. Just the time you spend together is more rewarding than the history lesson anyway.

        ~~ Gary Miller





         

        BLACK and WHITE

        You could hardly see for all the snow,
        Spread the rabbit ears as far as they go.
        Pull a chair up to the TV set,
        "Good Night, David. Good Night, Chet."

        Depending on the channel you tuned,
        You got Rob and Laura - or Ward and June.
        It felt so good. It felt so right.
        Life looked better in black and white.

        I Love Lucy, The Real McCoys,
        Dennis the Menace, the Cleaver boys,
        Rawhide, Gunsmoke, Wagon Train,
        Superman, Jimmy and Lois Lane.

        Father Knows Best, Patty Duke,
        Rin Tin Tin and Lassie too,
        Donna Reed on Thursday night! --
        Life looked better in black and white.

        I wanna go back to black and white.
        Everything always turned out right.
        Simple people, simple lives...
        Good guys always won the fights.

        Now nothing is the way it seems,
        In living color on the TV screen.
        Too many murders, too many fights,
        I wanna go back to black and white.

        In God they trusted, alone in bed, they slept,
        A promise made was a promise kept.
        They never cussed or broke their vows.
        They'd never make the network now.
        But if I could, I'd rather be
        In a TV town in '53.
        It felt so good. It felt so right.
        Life looked better in black and white.

        I'd trade all the channels on the satellite,
        If I could just turn back the clock tonight
        To when everybody knew wrong from right.
        Life was better in black and white!









         


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