Single - Wide Dreamin'

(albüm: No Matter What - 2018)

At the end of the block where the pavement stopped
Was a little ten single white
We had a juniper tree in the driveway
And a church on the other side
Early in the morning, summer sun rising
I remember waking up to the sound
Of that old yellow airplane dusting the crops
Shaking the windows in the house

Racing home from school in the afternoon
Just to catch my favorite show
Kicking back with Zack and Kelly Kapowski
AC Slater and Jessie Spano

Take me back to the place
To the those cold October days
Back to the Friday nights
Underneath the lights
Hearing the cheers from a home game
Home sweet home, on the range
I love how some things never change
Hearing the cows and combines
In the cool of the evening
When we were single wide dreaming
We were single wide dreaming

The day I turned 16 I hit the DMV
Barely passed my driving test
In an 81 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme
With hardly any breaks left
Then I bought my first card from my cousin
Subaru hatchback with a busted clutch
But we'd limp it all around the valley
Picking up pop cans just to buy some lunch

Parties at Malone we're bumping Coolio
Like it was 1996
And all the hicks in town brought their pickups out
Showing off the 20 inch lift kit

Take me back to the place
To the those cold October days
Back to the Friday nights
Underneath the lights
Hearing the cheers from a home game
Home sweet home, on the range
I love how some things never change
Hearing the cows and combines
In the cool of the evening
When we were single wide dreaming
We were single wide dreaming

Passing notes in class
Behind the teachers back
About who we had a crush on
And staying up all night
Making mix tapes
With all our favorite love songs
And a couple of my best friends
Who were Mexican
Taught me to habla español
With Mariachis throwing down at fiestas
Sipping huchada and menudo

Take me back to the place
To the those cold October days
Back to the Friday nights
Underneath the lights
Hearing the cheers from a home game
Home sweet home, on the range
I love how some things never change
Hearing the cows and combines
In the cool of the evening
When we were single wide dreaming
We were single wide dreaming
We were single wide dreaming
We were single wide dreaming