Church Parking Lot

(álbum: Stack Of Records - 2021)

A small town revolved around
A piece of blacktop holy ground
Sunday mornings, Wednesday nights
Circled up after Friday night lights

Never learned all the words
To the verse on the sign outside
But we lived a lot of life
Between painted white lines

Where I had my first sip of whiskey
Smoked out my best friend's truck
Talking 'bout who we gonna be
When we grow up
The same place where she first kissed me
The same place where we broke up
Thinking young love lasts forever
But it never does
Looking back, I learned more than I thought
Like how to love and cuss and talk to God
In that church parking lot

Baptizing, flags flying
Fireworks on the Fourth of July
Potlucking, all the fixings
Granny made her famous fried chicken

Sang Amazing Grace, broke bread
And we drank the wine
We lived a lot of life
Between painted white lines

Where I had my first sip of whiskey
Smoked out my best friend's truck
Talking 'bout who we gonna be
When we grow up
The same place where she first kissed me
The same place where we broke up
Thinking young love lasts forever
But it never does
Looking back, I learned more than I thought
Like how to love and cuss and talk to God
In that church parking lot
In that church parking lot

I've seen it all, it's been a blessing
Brand new babies and white dress weddings
To the troops that didn't make it back
Black umbrellas and black Cadillacs

Where I had my first sip of whiskey
Smoked out my best friend's truck
Talking 'bout who we gonna be
When we grow up
The same place where she first kissed me
The same place where we broke up
Thinking young love lasts forever
But it never does
Looking back, I learned more than I thought
Like how to love and cuss and talk to God
And God knows I owe all I got
To that church parking lot
To that church parking lot