Gone But Not Forgotten

Like a set of black marks tattooed on the Highway. Like some cheap light beer and that Georgia clear Done got us a little sideways. Like a first love's tears and taillights, You're so long seventeen. Hand-me-down Ford for sale sign along the shotgun Seat. Gone but not forgotten. All those memories we've gotten. These small towns change and grow and fade like All our yesterdays. Gone but not forgotten. Gone but not forgotten. There's a little white cross on the side of The highway. In memories of the ones we loved but lost And got to fly away. Reminders of the good die youngs all over this Old town. Like all the tears and beers we poured out On this hallowed ground. Gone but not forgotten. All those memories we've gotten. These small towns change and grow and fade like All our yesterdays. Gone but not forgotten. Here's to all the Sunday balls, The ones that done come home. The ones that do those twenty-two that died fighting The same damn war. Gone but not forgotten. All those memories we've gotten. Gone but not forgotten. All those memories we've gotten. These small towns change and grow and fade like All our yesterdays. Gone but not forgotten. Gone but not forgotten.