Country Boy

Big pick up trucks and lots of toys you may be a man but your my country boy Climbing trees and chasing fireflies As i remember it makes me cry I can see you just how you use to be when the world was so bright to see We were lust kids so young and small Having fun making our moms climb the walls Catching bugs on summer days To me you will always be that way Playing cowboys and indians The first boy to hold my hand My bestfriends big brother who would never be anyones lover you was then and will always be one my sweet contry boy