Grew Up Home

I used to sit there on the tracks, overlooking highway 96

Callin’ cars with my little cousin

A couple neighbor kids , just summer buzzin’

Time flies like a memory, Kinda like the cars out on the street

We grew up good, We grew up wild

We grew up here, We grew up home

We grew up home

I still miss those little things , riding bikes, climbing trees

Mowing lawns for a little money, Coolaide, 13, and not a worry

All of them awkward and quiet first dates

Friday nights and football games