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Blast From the Past

by Thomas K. Hunt

Country cruises in the silver tank
out on the dirt roads along the french creek banks
Laughing at everything, having the time of our lives
We piled in that old chevy sometimes eight piled high

Those were the memories that are worth the save
We all agree those were the days
It's stored in our hearts and lives in our minds
The times when you and I partied all of the time

Jose was invited to each of our birthday nights
We passed him around once, I think is was to the right
Looking for a dot on the hardwood floor
God make him stop from the closet door

Most of the time we were feeling just fine
that's when you and I partied all of the time
We ran the round robin I'm sure as some still do
The next time I'm up there I want to run it with you

Without wires I won't recognize the place
I'll know I'm there when I see your face
In her final derby the tank came in last
You're welcome for this little blast from the past

03/26/2020

Author's Note: Lyric

Posted on 03/26/2020
Copyright © 2020 Thomas K. Hunt

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