WESTSIDE ROAD Written By: Cecil MacDougall VERSE 1: I used to spend my summers Down on my granddaddy's farm I'd go to bed each and every night With a hug from my grandmother's arms I would wake up in the morning To the sound of her old wood stove Life, it sure was simple then In that little house on the corner of the Westside Road VERSE 2: My granddad would hitch up his wagon I'd crawl up inside Down the road to the back field When it was haying time We would work for hours To make sure he had a good load My grandma would have our dinner made In that little house on the corner of the Westside Road VERSE 3: Francis and I would go fishing With a piece of line and a cane poll We did't catch too many fish But we always found a swimming hole Summer sun would find us Wonderning how our lives would unfold Francis lives with his family there In his own home down on the Westside Road VERSE 4: I made my home in the city The city's not home anymore I find my sanctuary on Nova Scotia's eastern shore Where the people understand It takes a family to make a real home I thank God for the memories In that little house on the corner of the Westside Road