Bronco

Takes a summer time in dollars at minimum wage

To buy some Pittsburgh steel when you come of age and

Even more to get it running and shining like you did

It was two tone tar heel blue and white

Couple Kenwood speakers tuned just right

Crazy how a car makes a king out of a kid

It was sun down ready, hardtop heavy, shotgun girlfriend primed.

Just some teenage no fear, half bald Goodyears that still turned on a dime

It was freedom calling pulling you down that backroad

It was our time flying and a hell of a ride in that bronco

Momma still puts flowers out by your grave

Daddy pulls against Ford in Sunday's race

And Leah has a hard time thinking she's older than you

And me I still see you backing out in reverse the headlights bright behind your hearse

If I only could fix things like someone I once knew

I wouldn't be sitting tangled mangled full of county junk yard pain

All busted rusted out here cussing crying out your name

It was freedom calling pulling you down that backroad

It was our time flying and a hell of a ride in that bronco

It was a hell of a ride

It was a hell of a ride

It was freedom calling pulling you down that backroad

It was our time flying and a hell of a ride

It was small town high hopes

Why it ended there only heaven knows

A brother a hero

And a hell of a ride in that bronco

It was a hell of a ride

Takes a lifetime of prayers on bended knee

Try to come to peace with your memory