When I was a young boy. The only things that really mattered were. Making friends and having fun. Walkin' down the railroad track. 'Til you reached the river.
Seems like yesterday I was here. Dreamin' my life away and drinkin' beer. Staying up till dawn strummin' on guitars. Sleepin' all day long just like the big rock stars.
Daddy had a Buick and Mama loved to ride. Daddy like to drive it and Mama liked to glide. Four white walls constantly in motion. from the Great Smoky Mountains to the California ocean,.