("Franklinville") ♪ Lots of woods and family farms ♪ ♪ With houses in between ♪ ♪ Cedar lakes and big back yards ♪ ♪ With oak trees tall and green ♪ ♪ And although Philadelphia ♪ ♪ Was just an hour away ♪ ♪ When I was young my home town ♪ ♪ Was mostly where I'd stay ♪ ♪ And though I left there long ago ♪ ♪ My thoughts meander still ♪ ♪ Down to southern New Jersey ♪ ♪ And a town called Franklinville ♪ ♪ Franklinville ♪ ♪ Back in the nineteen-seventies ♪ ♪ Those were my teenage years ♪ ♪ My hair was long, my jeans were tight ♪ ♪ Rock music filled my ears ♪ ♪ I learned to throw a football ♪ ♪ I learned to drive a car ♪ ♪ I learned to roll a number ♪ ♪ And I learned to play guitar ♪ ♪ I may have seen the world since then ♪ ♪ But I still get a thrill ♪ ♪ Remembering South Jersey ♪ ♪ And a town called Franklinville ♪ ♪ Franklinville ♪ ♪ I fell in love my senior year ♪ ♪ I thought she was the one ♪ ♪ But when the summer ended ♪ ♪ Our love affair was done ♪ ♪ So I had to say goodbye ♪ ♪ To all the starry lakeside nights ♪ ♪ And go and seek my fortune ♪ ♪ Beneath the city lights ♪ ♪ I try hard to forget her ♪ ♪ But I know I never will ♪ ♪ My first love in South Jersey ♪ ♪ In a town called Franklinville ♪ ♪ Franklinville ♪ ♪ Now on many of the family farms ♪ ♪ Developments have grown ♪ ♪ A super highway passes through ♪ ♪ The backyards I had known ♪ ♪ And all my childhood memories ♪ ♪ Are phantoms in my mind ♪ ♪ Just like the phantom fortune ♪ ♪ That I'm still trying to find ♪ ♪ But there's a part of me inside ♪ ♪ The changing world can't kill ♪ ♪ Born in southern New Jersey ♪ ♪ In a town called Franklinville ♪ ♪ I may have left there long ago ♪ ♪ But my heart beats there still ♪ ♪ Down in southern New Jersey ♪ ♪ In a town called Franklinville ♪ ♪ Franklinville ♪ ♪ Franklinville ♪ ♪ Whoa oh, Franklinville ♪ ♪ Whoa oh ♪