|
Lyric provided by www.seekalyric.com |
Never had much money, or a lot of room to grow In that little white frame house, my family called a home Daddy stayed gone most the time and left mamma on her own To raise two kids the best she could, at the end of Coffey Road Me and my friend Billy, and a dog that we called Bones Spent endless summer days, at our secret fishin' hole We never caught the big one, but the story still got told There were plenty more where that came from at the end of Coffey Road Just a simple house in a country town where I grew up A little green patch of life and a beat up Chevy truck Last mailbox on the right number 501 The place where my best memories come from I remember my first sweetheart, thought she'd always be mine Stealing kisses out behind the barn, all we had was time Friday night football games and Sunday mornin' church That preacher did his best to save our souls Down at the end of Coffey Road Just a simple house in a country town where I grew up A little green patch of life and a beat up Chevy truck Last mailbox on the right number 501 The place where my best memories come from Just a simple house in a country town where I grew up A little green patch of life and a beat up Chevy truck If I could start all over knowing how the story goes I wouldn't change a thing down at the end of Coffey Road No I wouldn't change a thing down at the end of Coffey Road |