They'd pack us up into the truck
We'd take all the side roads, I'd hope to not get stuck
Every other weekend we did this drive,
I had all the twists and turns and roads memorized
My aunts and Uncle, My cousins were there,
We'd hop on our bike and play without a care
We'd run down to the bridge and throw rocks in the creek,
We had to stay outside till supper was ready
We'd sit at the table, pass the butter and bread
Let me tell you weren't able to leave until your plate was bare.
Country music was playing on the radio, little did I know
That I'd grow up to be so thankful and that it carved my life in stone,
You carved my life in stone.
As the years passed on, things would change,
Every other weekend became monthly or estranged
To fuel cliché, life got in the way,
I was busy playing music or working everyday
I'd swing in for a visit now and then,
We'd pick up where we left off, Hear all the same stories again
In the silence between words shared,
rang out a sound so cherished and unimpaired
So we'd sit there at the table, having cookies and Tea
Right there in that moment it meant everything to me
Country music was playing on the radio, little did I know
That I'd grow up to be so thankful and that it carved my life in stone,
You carved my life in stone.
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