Letras:
Michael John Montgomery

I see the questions in your eyes I know what's weighin' on your mind But you can be sure I know my part 'Cause I'll stand beside you through the years

Tennis ball and a catcher's mitt I remember that boy throwing it High up in the air then catching it While the oak tree leaves cheered Oh, look at me

Come on, sugar, take off your sneakers Come on, baby, let down your hair I wanna see what's behind those glasses I gotta know what's under there Don'

Oh yeah, here we go man This little lady down in Texas, tight tank top and a tan Rockin' three religion bridges, drinkin' beer in a can She was too hot

Well last night me and darlin', we went explorin' Pulled off the road to a place we'd never been I had to stop the truck because it was gettin' muddy

He really liked flannel with big bore arms If you looked in his closet, it was all that you saw He'd dress up on Sunday, a body looked neat In a green

It started way back in third grade I used to sit beside Emilou Hayes A pink dress, a matching bow in her ponytail She kissed me on the schoolbus but told

Turn on the radio, turn on my T.V They're talkin' 'bout war, they're talkin' 'bout peace Talkin' 'bout you, talkin' 'bout me The way we ought to act,

The ending of December 1943 Somewhere in the forest, the snow was three feet deep Two allied soldiers walking, trying not to freeze Far from home on Christmas