Song Description
A snapshot of smalltown living and the desire to throw caution to the wind and follow one's dreams.
| Song Length |
4:21 |
Genre |
Country - General |
| Tempo |
Fast (151 - 170) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Welcoming |
Subject |
Existence |
| Similar Artists |
Garth Brooks |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Saturday?s the bride
When I was just a little kid
Aged ?bout two or three
My Daddy drove his truck out west
Left Mama here with me
Said if you?ve got dreams
Hide them like diamonds
Bury them deep where the
Pirates cannot find ?em
I stayed here counting licence plates
Down by the country store
Dreamed that I?d hit the interstate
Like my Daddy done before
And Mama worked the graveyard shift
She said her hands were tied
She wished I?d gone to college
But I?ve got my Daddy?s eyes
Chorus:
I grew up listening to them trucks roll by
Always knew what was going on
And if I ever need an alibi
I?ll just ask that old 41
My hometown just takes ?em in its stride
Friday?s the funeral
Saturday?s the bride
Got sick of watching billboards change
Of trading baseball cards
I had enough of TV shows
And work at the garage
Down home was just hurricanes
And waiting out the flood
Ain?t ever going back again
Got rambling in my blood
Chorus:
I grew up listening to them trucks roll by
Always knew what was going on
And if I ever need an alibi
I?ll just ask that old 41
My hometown just takes ?em in its stride
Friday?s the funeral
Saturday?s the bride