(Dean Dillon/Scott Emerick/Toby Keith). . It's as sad as it's true,. But I can't believe a word that you say.. I've been hopin' for the best,. But there's less and less an' more every day..
We loaded up my old station wagon. With a tent, a Coleman, and sleeping bags. Some fishing poles, a cooler of cokes. Three days before we had to be back.
It's a quite little place tucked away in the hills. Where a crystal clear lake makes it crystal clear. That there's not another livin' soul for miles and miles around.
We still share the same old bed. We still lay there side by side. Love's either playin' dead. Or is no longer alive. . 'Cause girl, it's been so long.
Been too long. Since I traveled down. That ole gravel road. On the north end of town. And I need a taste. Of the good ole days gone. So tonight I let my memory.
It's been too long. Since I traveled down. That ol' gravel road. On the north end of town. And I need a taste. Of the good ol' days gone. So tonight I let my memory.