63 BUCKS (and my old truck)
© 2006
Alan P. MacLeod SOCAN
I knew your dad
before he started drinking.
And I knew your mom
when she was beautiful.
Now he's gone too. We're drowning tears.
So while I've got ya', sitting here
I'm gotta' tell ya'
Son, there's something you should do
So
here's some cash, 63 bucks.
Take the keys, to my truck.
So, go on, get going
follow every river bend.
Leave the ghost, of your dad here.
No need for you, to drink his beer.
Naw, just get going.
Send a postcard, now and then.
Here's 63 bucks, take my old blue truck.
(He was my friend.)
Well your folks and I
Would talk and laugh for hours.
Proud to be born & raised and living here
They worked so hard, all those years
Before the banks, pain and tears
They loved each other
and they wanted more for you.
CHORUS
Son just go. Go.
Chasing every dream in sight.
Oh let me. Me. Finally,
Do something right…
For your dad, and your mom
And for me: Go live your life.
CHORUS
He was my friend…
Your dad was my best friend.