That Kid - Frank Foster

Well I bet there’s a warm breeze, blowing cross my poppa’s farm

I bet there’s a cur dog and some kids playing in the yard

And I bet there’s an old friend sitting in that front porch swing

And as the wind blows across the evening, she whispers a prayer for me

Too long since I’ve been back home

Play another show, write another song, that’s all I do these days

Look at me Lord, I can’t complain

I said one prayer, you answered everything

Oh, yes, you did

But that little boy in bare feet down on Cypress Creek

Walking behind Daddy Pete, I miss that kid

I bet there’s a broken heart driving by your house today

Son you was his best friend, until you took it all away

Since you’ve been gone, he don’t quite know what to do

Cause all his life, thirty some odd years, he never met no one like you

But that ol boy up on Moss Pond.

Used to let me smoke one, Brother John

Lord, I miss that kid

Now I got a boy that looks just like me

Sure wish he was here beside me

Cause Lord I miss that kid