Remember when we rode around
On bicycles that could fly
And the sound of gravel under the wheels of a
Meant that we were almost home.
And we caught rabbits in five gallon buckets
When faces rubbed with the blood of a deer
We raced around a campfire
I slept under the clouds
We leapt across hay bales
And sprinted down the turn row, last one to
Reach the cotton is a rotten egg
First one has to smell it
Better wake up before the
Hoot owls get you.
And we fell asleep to the man in the moon
Peeking out the limbs of an old oak tree.
Remember when we would race to the cow lot
Draped with Spanish moss
Watch out for snakes