grandpas truck

(Verse 1) Cruisin' down those backroads, in Grandpa's Dodge so fine, Wind in my hair, sun on my face, everything felt just right. He called me "Little Man," with a smile so wide, As we sang along to old country songs, feeling alive inside. (Chorus) Making memories, picking blackberries, in that old white Dodge truck, With the radio playing our favorite tunes like the tape had gotten stuck Those days may be gone, but the memories still stay, In Grandpa's truck, we found our way. (Verse 2) Rust and chrome, stories untold, every scratch had a tale, We'd chase the sunset, no worries, no regrets, just setting sail. From Hank to Willie, Johnny Cash to George Strait, In that old Dodge truck, time never seemed to wait. (Chorus) Making memories, picking blackberries, in that old white Dodge truck, With the radio playing our favorite tunes like the tape had gotten stuck Those days may be gone, but the memories still stay, In Grandpa's truck, we found our way. (Bridge) Though the truck may be gone, and time marches on, The love we shared, the bond we made, forever lives on. In every blackberry pie, in every country song, Grandpa's truck and memories, they keep me strong. (Chorus) Making memories, picking blackberries, in that white Dodge truck, With the radio playing our favorite tunes, like the tape had gotten stuck Those days may be gone, but the memories still stay, In Grandpa's truck, we found our way. (Outro) In Grandpa's truck, we found our way.