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
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