Teensy Annemarie
Great-grandchild on each knee
Newcomers, old-timers
Fully occupied matching recliners
Which now are empty seats
In a place where everything
Feels perfect
Fried apricot pies
Pick-up truck rides
Singing so high
At the top of our lungs
Good to be so young
More for us to explore
Sleep on the floor
Go out the back door
Stay outside
'Til suppertime
Iced tea in a mayonnaise jar
Rope swing in the hay barn
Hold your father's hand and hop across the cattle guard
Sitting 'round that dining room table
Eat all that you are able
Someone's got a story to tell
You've heard it before but he tells it so well
Your cousins and your brother
Are pleading with your mother
To stay one more day
So God bless this cattle feed for breakfast
A pick-up truck from Texas
I'm starting to get restless
For the sun to come up
Jump in the back of that truck
See the double oak tree
Down on one knee
Take her by the hand
Give her a ring
It was meant to be
Climb over that barbed-wire fence
Take a look at those coyote prints
Skip a rock across the tank and think about the letter you sent
Sometimes summer's just too hot to take
A million grasshoppers and copperhead snakes
But that don't 'cause no fright
Everything's gonna turn out right
We get disconnected
With hopes to be resurrected
And made perfect
Oh my Lord, take it slow
We reap and we sow
And after we all go
We'll come back home
To those corduroy thrones
Fried apricot pies
Pick-up truck rides (Fried apricot pies)
Singing so high (Pick-up truck rides)
(Singing so high)
Fried apricot pies
Pick-up truck rides (Fried apricot pies)
Singing so high (Pick-up truck rides)
(Singing so high)
Fried apricot pies
Pick-up truck rides (Fried apricot pies)
Singing so high
At the top of our lungs
Good to be so young
Coming down that long driveway
The living room where we used to play
And the pastures that captured our hearts but let our youth get away
