I would make you proud Of the boy you never knew God I hope That your trail in life Has been good to you And some day I know This old trail in life Will
Everybody needs some sun sometimes A little Sunday drive To light up their world of grey So come on darlin' hop up in my truck Lets take her for a run
Lately you've been in my dreams* Walking up and down these halls You crying eyes they look at me They say why and then your gone And then were standing
Hoppers on a dirt road, pollen in the air Farmers in the orchard ,on ladders pickin' pears Me and you drivin' Grandma's Cadillac Gonna have a picnic
you drive how your team did back in high school so you can't lie better watch out who you take home `cause `round here its a fact of life that people
I was living in a world without color Like an old photograph Flying down the road never looked At what I might have passed But when I met you, girl
life I think I would make you proud Of the boy you never knew God I hope That your trail in life Has been good to you And some day I know This old trail
She grew up in san diego Her body was painted by the summer sun She rented surfboards to make her dollars So she could drift to towns along the ocean
We say Deo, Deo, Deo Roll that barrel out We say Deo, Deo Twist the tap and pass it around He owns a Graddel by banyan tree And old Jamacia called the
