Bronco - Canaan Smith

Takes a summer time in dollars at minimum wage

To buy some Pittsburg steel when you come of age and

Even more to get it running and shinning like you did

It was two tone tar heel blue and white

Couple Kinwood 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 teenager no fear, half bald good years 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 up his 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 in that bronco

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 bend and knee to try to come to peace with your

memory