(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.
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.