Fried Apricot Pies

Intro: TC and Marie, great grandchild on each knee Newcomers old timers, fully occupied and matching recliners which now are empty seats, in a place where everything Feels perfect Fried apricot pies Pick up truck rides Singing so high At the top of our lungs Good to be so young More for us to explore Sleep on the floor Go out the back door Stay outside Til supper time Ice tea in a mayonnaise jar Rope swing in the hay barn Hold your father's hand and hop across the cattle guard Sittin' round that dining room table Eat all that you are able Someones got a story to tell You heard it before but he tells it so well Your cousins and your brother, are pleadin' with your mother To stay one more day So God bless this cattle feed for breakfast A pick up truck in texas I'm starting to get restless For the sun to come up To bend the back of that truck See double oak tree Down on one knee Take her by the hand Give her a ring It was meant to be Climb over that barbed wire fence Take a look at those coyote prints Skip a rock across the tank and think about the letter you sent Sometimes summer's just to hard to take Of kneeling grasshoppers and copperhead snakes But that don't cause no fright Everything's gonna turn out alright We get disconnected, with the hopes of being resurrected And they ain't perfect Oh, my love take it slow We reap and we sow and after we all go We'll come back home To those corduroy thrones Fried apricot pies (Fried apricot pies) Pick up truck rides (Pick up truck rides) Singing so high (Singing so high) (2x) Fried apricot pies (Fried apricot pies) Pick up truck rides (together)Singing so high (once) At the top of our lungs Good to be so young Comin' down that long driveway Livin' room where we used to play in the pastures that captured our hearts we let our youth get away (humming)