Bronco

[Verse 1]
Takes a summer time in dollars at minimum wage
To buy some Pittsburg steel when you come of age and
Even more to get it running and shinning like you did

[Verse 2]
It was two tone tar heel blue and white
Couple Kinwood speakers tuned just right
Crazy how a car makes a king out of a kid
It was sun down ready, hardtop heavy, shotgun girlfriend primed
Just some teenager no fear, half bald good years that still turned on a dime

[Chorus]
It was freedom calling pulling you down that backroad
It was our time flying and a hell of a ride in that Bronco

[Verse 3]
Momma still puts flowers out by your grave
Daddy pulls up his Ford in Sunday’s race
And Leah has a hard time thinking she’s older than you
And me, I still see you backing out in reverse the headlights bright behind your hearse
If I only could fix things like someone I once knew
I wouldn’t be sitting tangled mangled full of county junk yard pain
All busted rusted out here, cussing, crying out your name

[Chorus]
It was freedom calling pulling you down that backroad
It was our time flying and a hell of a ride in that Bronco
It was a hell of a ride
It was a hell of a ride

[Chorus]
It was freedom calling pulling you down that backroad
It was our time flying and a hell of a ride in that bronco

[Outro]
It was small town ,high hopes
Why it ended there only heaven knows
A brother, a hero and a hell of a ride in that bronco
It was a hell of a ride
Takes a lifetime of prayers on bend and knee to try to come to peace with your memory