I closed my eyes in Dartmouth, woke up behind the wheel
A mason jar of memories and four black tires squeal
The first and last time that we spoke, you were lighting up a smoke
And shit was real!
The Prisonaires were singing â??Just Walking in the Rainâ?
Thatâ??s how we got to Memphis and we made it home again
Down the highway that I dream, with my blue eyes closed Iâ??ve seen
Beyond the frame!
Oh the good times we had, I remember them, lads
We could take any turn on a dime
Quit reminding me, girl, Itâ??s a ragged old world
Cause I donâ??t want to leave it behind
No, I donâ??t want to leave it behind
From a gas station in Texas, to the Bay of Fundy mud
My mind it goes a-wandering with the whisky in my blood
Remembering the chance we had after the dance
Before the flood gates opened
Reality came rushing in
Drowning out the past and chasing it with gin
Iâ??ll find that place again, but let me first explain
Where do I begin?
We picked up the sticks, gave it all we got
The only time I liked playing hockey was in the liquor store parking lot
On Hollis Street downtown, before they tore it down,
I took a shot!
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