I Remember Riding Down The Road
Listen To Our Car Radio And Hearing
A Country Tune Come Out Of Thoes
Speakers And The Wind Blowing On
My Face As We Go Rolling Down
The Dirt Dusty Road As We Make It
To Our Family Destination Rather It
Be A Family Trip Or Just A Small Jaunt
Around The Town And The Family Dog
Sticking His Nose Out The Car Window
With His Ears Flopping In The Wind, Those
We're The Good Old Days, That's What
Memories Made Of, And Me Sitting In The Back
Seat Sing A Long Or With My Head Leaning
Back Getting A Short Little Of A Nap, That What
Memories Were Made Of.
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