TC and Marie, great grandchild on each knee
Newcomers old timers, fully occupied and matching recliners
which now are empty seats, in a place where everything
Feels perfect
Fried apricot pies
Pick up truck rides
At the top of our lungs
Good to be so young
More for us to explore
Sleep on the floor
Stay outside
Til supper time
Ice tea in a mayonnaise jar
Rope swing in the hay barn
Hold your father's hand and hop across the cattle guard
Sittin' round that dining room table
Eat all that you are able
Someones got a story to tell
You heard it before but he tells it so well
Your cousins and your brother, are pleadin' with your mother
To stay one more day
So God bless this cattle feed for breakfast
A pick up truck in texas
For the sun to come up
To bend the back of that truck
See double oak tree
Down on one knee
Give her a ring
It was meant to be
Climb over that barbed wire fence
Take a look at those coyote prints
and think about the letter you sent
Sometimes summer's just to hard to take
Of kneeling grasshoppers and copperhead snakes
But that don't cause no fright
Everything's gonna turn out alright
We get disconnected, with the hopes of being resurrected
And they ain't perfect
Oh, my love take it slow
We reap and we sow
We'll come back home
To those corduroy thrones
Fried apricot pies
(Fried apricot pies)
At the top of our lungs
Good to be so young
Comin' down that long driveway
Livin' room where we used to play
in the pastures that captured our hearts we let our youth get away
(humming)