I love womennHave all my lifenI love my dear mothernAnd I love my wife – God bless hernI even love my teenage daughternThere's no accounting for itnApparently I don't care how I'm treatednMy love is unconditional or somethingnnI've been hurt a time or twonI ain't gonna lienI have my doubts sometimesnAbout the ethics of the so-called fairer sexnFair about what?nBut I find time goes bynAnd one forgives as one forgetsnAnd one does forgetnnGod bless the potholesnDown on memory lanenGod bless the potholesnDown on memory lanenEverything that happens to me nownIs consigned to oblivion by my brainnnI remember my fathernMy brother of coursenI remember my mothernI spoke of her earlier and I remember thatnI remember the smell of cut grassnAnd going off to play ball in the morningnFunny story about thatnnNow I used to pitchnI could get the ball over the platenBut anyway, this one timenI must have thrown a football around or something the day beforenI walked about fourteen kids in a rownCriednWalked off the moundnHanded the ball to the third basemannAnd just left the fieldnnAnyway, many years laternI brought the woman who was to become my second wife - God bless hernTo meet my father for the first timenThey exchanged pleasantriesnI left the room for a momentnIt was the first time he had met her you understandnWhen I came backnHe was telling her the storynRight off the batnAbout how I had walked fourteen kidsnCried and left the moundnNext time he met her he told her the same goddamn story!nnGod bless the potholesnDown on memory lanenGod bless the potholesnDown on memory lanenI hope some real big ones open upnAnd take some of the memories that do remain