On a Dime - Joel Plaskett

I closed my eyes in Dartmouth, woke up behind the wheel

A mason jar of memories and four black tires squeal

The first and last time that we spoke, you were lighting up a smoke

And shit was real

The Prisonaires were singing «Just Walking in the Rain»

That’s how we got to Memphis and we made it home again

Down the highway that I dream, with my blue eyes closed I’ve seen

Beyond the frame

Oh the good times we had

I remember them, lads

We could take any turn on a dime

Quit reminding me, girl

It’s a ragged old world

Cause I don’t want to leave it behind

No, I don’t want to leave it behind

From a gas station in Texas, to the Bay of Fundy mud

My mind it goes a wandering with the whiskey in my blood

Remembering the chance we had after the dance

Before the flood gates opened

Reality came rushing in

Drowning out the past and chasing it with gin

I’ll find that place again, but let me first explain

Where do I begin?

Oh the good times we had

I remember them, lads

We could take any turn on a dime

So quit reminding me, girl

It’s a ragged old world

Cause I don’t want to leave it behind

No, I don’t want to leave it behind

We picked up the sticks, gave it all we got

The only time I liked playing hockey was in the liquor store parking lot

On Hollis Street downtown, before they tore it down

I took a shot

Oh the good times we had

I remember them, lads

We could take any turn on a dime

Quit reminding me, girl

It’s a ragged old world

Cause I don’t want to leave it behind

No, I don’t want to leave you behind

Oh the good times we had

I remember them, lads

We could take any turn on a dime

Standing out in the cold

Singing Those Bastard Souls

No, I don’t want to leave it behind

No, I don’t want to leave this behind