Step by Step © Richard March Me and my daddy go driving on a Saturday Headin’ to the hardware, get out on the highway Listening to the AM, wedding ring knocking Keeping time on the steering wheel, n’ we’d go shoppin’ Outside, inside, building and fixin’ Weekends and summers he don’t like sittin’ I hit thirteen, "little man walkin’" Wanna go with my friends just a jivin’ and a schuckin’ He’d get hot, thinking ‘bout his younger days Working for his daddy, not two words to say Getting’ me to work‘s like pulling out molars I’m gettin’ better as I get older Step by step, I’m figurin’ the footin’ that’ll put me in a peaceable mind I spy, road signs, but the clear view’s coming in the rear view, most of the time Momma was a p.k. born in Kansas, Horton City Youngest of the family, she was daddy’s “little pretty” High school dreamer on the drama club committee When the family moved to ‘Frisco in the middle of the fifties Small fish in the middle of a big pond Daddy’d thought he’d catch her ‘fore she put her city airs on He’s a little older, but he figured she was something When he saw her Sunday morning and his heart started thumpin’ Well, young dreams change for love and money Momma married daddy when she turned twenty Ten years later n’ two big sisters, I come out spinning like an Omaha twister Step by step, I’m figurin’ the footin’ that’ll put me in a peaceable mind I spy, road signs, but the clear view’s coming in the rear view, most of the time Momma always had a book of something she was reading Daddy’d lay the law down and she’d explain the reasons One would do the whoopin’ and the other’d do the preachin’ Between the two of them they done a whole lot of teachin’ Step by step, I’m figurin’ the footin’ that’ll put me in a peaceable mind I spy, road signs, but the clear view’s coming in the rear view, most of the time.