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

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

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

You better slow down When I was a young boy Well they tried to tell me That I was movin' Movin' way too fast And I knew everything About everything But I really didn't wanna listen To a bunch of old folks talkin' trash

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

In a permanent state When I was a young boy I tried to listen All this noise, I'm waking up All this space I'm taking up Maybe you'll get what you wanted Maybe you'll stumble upon it Everything you ever wanted Maybe you'll know when you see it

Be in my heart When we were younger We thought everyone was on our side Then we grew a little And romanticized the time I saw Flowers in your hair See it takes a boy to live Takes a man to pretend he was there So then we grew a little