Aug. 29, 1997
Driving my old four by four. Keeping the pedal to the floor. Up and down the rolling hills, Gives my life that same old thrill. Foot loose and fancy free, Just the way I used to be. But that was thirty years ago, When just a kid in San Antonio. I'm pushing fifty now. And man do I remember how, That carefree boy was once, But isn't now. That's all right with me. Being a kid isn't all it's cracked up to be. But still nice to reminisce, When speaking to my family, How almost at the age of fifty, I still thank the Lord for blessing me.
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