Just Down the Road

Just down the road, before that first hill is where I learned to ride my bike and took my first spill Just down the road the old dusty school bus picked me up, where Billy pulled my pig-tails and made me blush Just down the road in that field of clover, under that big old oak is where we buried my dog, that got ran over, just down the road Just down the road on that old wooden bridge, Is the place my grandpa took me to fish It wriggled it's way off my hook - I told Grandpa, "I didn't want to look," as it swam away Just down the road, late at night, is the place my friends and I caught fire flies, as they lit our walk back to our house, where we opened our jars and let them out Just down the road past old man Squire's Is where my car broke down with a flat tire Old Man Squire helped me jack it up, loaned me a spare - filled with air Just down the road near that clear water creek is the quiet spot where I would sit and think - think about times like today - things, I wish I could say, wish I could be... that lay hidden just down the road