This Old Town
Driving down the interstate
Open fields and tumbleweeds
It's almost like I've been down here before
He remembers Beer and Bait
Catchin worms with Grandmas thing
Selling them to Tom in early mornings
Take the road out west of Beaver
Ten miles or so you'll see it
The water's tucked up by the mountain side
He Used to drive in that old bronco
Taking notes when people caught em'
The trails around this lake could go for miles
There's a look in his eyes flashing memories
Living here, the start of his family
Times gone by
Kids all grown
Things may change
But the memories won't
Of this old town
Been some time since 86'
The dairy farm and pink rock slick
The rugged look has gone since renovation
Almost bought a house in Adams
Wonder if that things still standing
Never got your mom round that idea
Did we tell you bout your grandpa
He rode a cow around the front yard
The stories he could tell would go for hours
There's a look in his eyes flashing memories
Living here, the start of his family
Times gone by
Kids all grown
Things may change
But the memories won't
Of this old town
Driving down the interstate
Open fields and tumbleweeds
It's almost like I've been down here before
Open fields and tumbleweeds
It's almost like I've been down here before
He remembers Beer and Bait
Catchin worms with Grandmas thing
Selling them to Tom in early mornings
Take the road out west of Beaver
Ten miles or so you'll see it
The water's tucked up by the mountain side
He Used to drive in that old bronco
Taking notes when people caught em'
The trails around this lake could go for miles
There's a look in his eyes flashing memories
Living here, the start of his family
Times gone by
Kids all grown
Things may change
But the memories won't
Of this old town
Been some time since 86'
The dairy farm and pink rock slick
The rugged look has gone since renovation
Almost bought a house in Adams
Wonder if that things still standing
Never got your mom round that idea
Did we tell you bout your grandpa
He rode a cow around the front yard
The stories he could tell would go for hours
There's a look in his eyes flashing memories
Living here, the start of his family
Times gone by
Kids all grown
Things may change
But the memories won't
Of this old town
Driving down the interstate
Open fields and tumbleweeds
It's almost like I've been down here before
Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Sorenson
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