My little boy came to me last night He said "daddy, I wish I could drive that big old truck" Just like you You can stay up as late as you want Watch t.v all night long Nobody tell you what to do
I know I'm everything he just can't wait to be But if it was up to me
I'd ride my bike down the old dirt path Hands in the air going way to fast Make the morning last all afternoon In a tire swing over Beaver Creek Man that water was cold and deep Lie on the bank and stare up into the blue Ya son I wanna be just like you
He said "dad when you going to take me to work?" I said let's stay here and play tonka trucks trade baseball cards He wants to travel the world like me Ya, I'd rather stay home, climb a big ol'tree Catch fireflies, in a mason jar
He's just a breath away from standing in my shoes But if I could stand in his, here's what I'd do
I'd ride my bike down the old dirt path Hands in the air going way to fast Make the morning last all afternoon Sit around and make up silly songs Build sandcastles all day long Eat candy bars and watch cartoons Ya son I wanna be just like you
I look down at him with a smile in my eye I can see myself standing by my fathers side
I'd ride my bike down the old dirt path Hands in the air going way to fast Make the morning last all afternoon In a tire swing over Beaver Creek Man that water was cold and deep Lie on the bank and stare up into the blue Ya son I wanna be just like youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
