It was my senior year, I just turned eighteen. I was a Friday night hero with division one dreams. I had an offer on the table, a four year ride. 'Til that fourth and two, and twenty four dive.
Only fools would race down Grist Mill Road. Let alone in angry weather. That's what I tell everyone I know. Now that I know better. . That's a lesson I wish I would've learned.
I was along neckin' with the boys at the local hot spot. In the midst of celebratin' this newfound freedom I've got. They ain't call them walking papers wasn't even right.
The yelling and cussing. Was different this time. That's when I started to pack. There's a place where two people. Can't change anymore. And that's right about where we're at.
Well I walked in the band just started. The singer couldn't carry a tune in a bucket. Was on a mission to drown her memory but. I thought no way with all this ruckus.
I walked in the band just started. The singer couldn't carry a tune in a bucket. Was on a mission to drown her memory but. I thought "No way" with all this ruckus.
There's a burned out farmhouse down the road. Barn's fallin' in, field's over grown. Keep out sign on a broken fence, passers by say, "What a mess!". It don't cross their mind that not long ago, that was.
Sign said cold beer, I pulled in there. Pulled up a chair, to have just one. Now my head hurts, got this sun burn. Oh what on earth, have I done. . How'd I wind up in Jamaica.
There's a hole in the wall just across the tracks. When I'm missin' you that's where I hang my hat. On the antler hook there by the door. I get bellied up and get ready for.
She was touching up her makeup. I was standing next in line. Couldn't help but notice. 'Neath those powder room lights. . It was China red outlined in black.
They say you can't hold on. To time when it's gone. But somehow I've saved. All those yesterdays. . And they're bittersweet. Every memory. Back when we both made.
Southern California, standin' in the drive. A picture perfect moment, frozen in time. Mom holdin' dad, dad holdin' me in '73. . There's me in that striped dress, beneath the Big Boy sign.
I had to pack it up, yeah I just wasn't worth a dime today. Boss won't miss me much, hell I wasn't really there anyway. Yeah I've been lost in your arms and your touch and your kiss.
I had to pack it up,. I just wasn't worth a dime today.. Boss won't miss me much:. Hell, I wasn't really there anyway.. I been lost in your arms an' your touch an' your kiss,.
Mama preached to me, boy be a kid just as long as you can. But I was hell-bent and bound and determined to be my old man. I was ready to drive and I wanted a job.
It was my senior year. I just turned eighteen. I was a friday night hero, with division one dreams. I had an offer on the table. A four year ride. 'Til that fourth and two and twenty four dive.
Only fools would race down Grist Mill Road. Let alone in angry weather. That what I tell everyone I know. Now that I know better. That's a lesson I wish I woulda learned.
(Michael Heeney/Casey Beathard/Marla Cannon-Goodman). . The yelling and cussing. Was different this time. That's when I started to pack. There's a place where two people.
(Casey Beathard/Marla Cannon-Goodman/Michael Heeney). . I walked in the band just stunk. The singer couldn't carry a tune in a bucket. Was on a mission to drown her memory but.
I walked in and the band just started. the singer couldn't care a tune in a bucket. Was on a mission to drown her memory but. I thought no way with all this rukus.