1949

It was a cherry red 1949. That same summer he made her his bride. They drove with weak hands on both sides. With hands out the window as they waved goodbye. Now it's a rusty old truck, she ain't around No more. Three flat tires dancing the doors. Things have changed between now and then. He still sings their song together again. Wish we could turn back time To way back when. We drove too far, too fast, so young. But in the end, she'll call my name when I've done my time. And we'll be back in the summer of '49. A new coat of paint, fully Restored. This memory ain't what it was before. So I take him down a back road and Let him drive. Yeah, he still feels her right by his side. Wish we could turn back time To way back when. We drove too far, too fast, so young. But in the end, She'll call my name when I've done my time. And we'll be back in the summer of '49. Ooh, ooh, ooh, Ooh, Ooh, ooh. Life goes by and you can't hold on. But in your mind, they're never gone. Wish we could turn back time to way back When. We drove too far, too fast, So young. But in the end. Wish we could turn back time to way back When. We drove too far, too fast, so young. But in the end, She'll call my name when I've done my time. And we'll be back in the summer of '49. Yeah, We'll be back in the summer of '49. And we'll be back in the summer of '49. It was a cherry red 1949. He gave to me before he said Goodbye.