Canaan Smith - Bronco lyrics

Takes a summer time in
Dollars at minimum wage
To buy some Pittsburgh steel when
You come of age and
Even more to get it running
And shining like you did

It was two tone tar heel blue and white
Couple Kenwood speakers tuned just right
Crazy how a car makes a king out of a kid
It was sun down ready, hardtop heavy
Shotgun girlfriend primed
Just some teenage no fear
Half bald Goodyears that still
Turned on a dime

It was freedom calling pulling
You down that backroad
It was our time flying and a hell
Of a ride in that bronco

Momma still puts flowers out by your grave
Daddy pulls against Ford in Sunday's race
And Leah has a hard time
Thinking she's older than you
And me I still see you backing out in
Reverse the headlights bright
Behind your hearse
If I only could fix things
Like someone I once knew

I wouldn't be sitting tangled mangled full
Of county junk yard pain
All busted rusted out here cussing
Crying out your name

It was freedom calling pulling
You down that backroad
It was our time flying and a hell
Of a ride in that bronco

It was a hell of a ride
It was a hell of a ride

It was freedom calling pulling
You down that backroad
It was our time flying and a hell of a ride

It was small town high hopes
Why it ended there only heaven knows
A brother a hero
And a hell of a ride in that bronco

It was a hell of a ride
Takes a lifetime of prayers on bended knee
Try to come to peace with your memory