I’m From Here


Old country roads.
Old pick up truck.
Dust in you hair.
Hot summer day.

Swimming in the old strip pit.
Drinking cheap cold beer.
Rope in a tree.
Laughing until nightfall.

Butterflies on that first date.
Half smile, clumsy opening the door.
Driving to the old drive in.
What to do next?

Butterflies on her front porch.
Do you try and kiss her?
You knock heads together.
Laugh together and she goes inside.

You drive home, on top of the world.
Sleep is far away as the night plays in your mind.
When you wake up you smell her perfume.
And you smile again.

Old country roads.
Old pick up truck.
Dust in you hair.
Hot summer day.

That was my home town.
When I wake up in the morning.
I can smell fresh cut grass.
And bacon frying in the pan.

And …

Swimming in the old strip pit.
Drinking cheap cold beer.
Rope in a tree.
Laughing until nightfall.

 

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