Takes a summer time in dollars at minimum wage To buy some Pittsburg steel when you come of age and Even more to get it running and shinning like you did
It was two tone tar heel blue and white Couple kinwood speakers tuned just right Crazy how a car makes a king out of a kid It was sun down ready, hardtop heavy, shotgun girlfriend primed Just some teenage no fear, half bald good years that still turned on a dime
It was freedom calling pulling you down that backroad It was our time flying and a hell of a ride in that bronco
Momma still puts flowers out by your grave Daddy pulls against Ford in Sunday's race And Leah has a hard time thinking she's older than you And me I still see you backing out in reverse the headlights bright behind your hurst If I only could fix things like someone I once knew
I wouldn't be sitting tangled mangled full of county junk yard pain All busted rusted out here cussing crying out your name
It was freedom calling pulling you down that backroad It was our time flying and a hell of a ride in that bronco
It was a hell of a ride (x2)
It was freedom calling pulling you down that backroad It was our time flying and a hell of a ride in that bronco
It was small town high hopes Why it ended there only heaven knows
A brother a hero and a hell of a ride in that bronco
It was a hell of a ride Takes a lifetime of prayers on bend and knee to try to come to peace with your memoryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
