Sometimes
Working hard
Shooting pool and playing cards
The finer things in life that he taught
Having a catch
Chili dogs and his egg sandwich
Yea all the things we used to share a lot
Sometimes
I feel him on my shoulder
Sometimes
I hear what he might say
Sometimes
Some silly little thing reminds me
And those times are the best times of my day
Fixing this or that
Riding on a watercraft
And fishing trips now always bring a tear
Old Marty and Joe
The Reds games on the radio
The soundtrack to these times I hold so dear
Sometimes
I feel him on my shoulder
Sometimes
I hear what he might say
Sometimes
Some silly little thing reminds me
And those times are the best times of my day
Did I ever tell you about the time
That we drug that old boat up seventy five
And he got so tired he wanted me to drive
I was only bout twelve at the time
He said son come sit over here
I sat in front of his lap and he let me steer for an hour or so
I was king of the road
Sometimes
I feel him on my shoulder
Sometimes
I hear what he might say
Sometimes
Some silly little thing reminds me
And those times are the best times of my day
Yea those times are the best times of my day
Cause I still miss him every single day
Shooting pool and playing cards
The finer things in life that he taught
Having a catch
Chili dogs and his egg sandwich
Yea all the things we used to share a lot
Sometimes
I feel him on my shoulder
Sometimes
I hear what he might say
Sometimes
Some silly little thing reminds me
And those times are the best times of my day
Fixing this or that
Riding on a watercraft
And fishing trips now always bring a tear
Old Marty and Joe
The Reds games on the radio
The soundtrack to these times I hold so dear
Sometimes
I feel him on my shoulder
Sometimes
I hear what he might say
Sometimes
Some silly little thing reminds me
And those times are the best times of my day
Did I ever tell you about the time
That we drug that old boat up seventy five
And he got so tired he wanted me to drive
I was only bout twelve at the time
He said son come sit over here
I sat in front of his lap and he let me steer for an hour or so
I was king of the road
Sometimes
I feel him on my shoulder
Sometimes
I hear what he might say
Sometimes
Some silly little thing reminds me
And those times are the best times of my day
Yea those times are the best times of my day
Cause I still miss him every single day
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Writer(s): Tay Bourquein
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