When Daddy let me drive A young boy two hands on the wheel I can't replace the way it made me feel It's painted red, the stripe was white It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light Second hand from a dealer in Atlanta I rode up with Daddy when

I was younger than you are now When I was given my first command I led my men straight into a massacre I witnessed their deaths firsthand I made every mistake And felt the shame rise in me And even now I lie awake Knowing history has its eyes on me (whoa)

No on gets me like you and when you kiss me Girl you rock me harder than some downtown band I thought I knew what love was, but I didn't have a clue I never found anything that make me feel like I do about you The bluest skies don't seem so blue And the

If you go away, If you go away, If you go away If you go away on this summer day Then you might as well take the sun away All the birds that flew in a summer sky When our love was new and our hearts were high When the day was young and the night was

I woke up at the moment when the miracle occurred We can hear you I was young Just wishing to be blinded And we were pilgrims on our way Heard a song that made some sense out of the world

We'll carry on Your memory will carry on Will never take my heart You can try You'll never break me When I was a young boy My father took me into the city To see a marching band He said, son, when you grow up

I don't care! I don't care! It's been an awful long time since I been home, But you won't catch me goin' back down there alone. Things they said when I was young are quite enough to get me hung. They came and took my dad away to serve some time, But it

Remember when Remember when I was young and so were you And time stood still and love was all we knew You were the first, so was I We made love and then you cried Remember when we vowed the vows and walked the walk Gave our hearts, made the start, it was

When I'm gone I was a young troubador When I wrote in on a song And I'll be an old troubador Sometimes I feel like Jesse James Still trying to make a name Knowing nothing's gonna change I still feel 25

For such a simple man I know it sounds absurd When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful A miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical And all the birds in the trees, well they'd be singing so happily Oh joyfully, playfully watching me But then