Ridin Shotgun
Album: Get Some
By: Dewsouth
By: Dewsouth
Duration
3:35
Description
Song about three generations of father and son
Lyrics
Dad was home nearly all the time no need to lock the doors at night life was like Mayberry in black & white when he punched the clock down at the mill I'd be ridin' from school it was all uphill forget 'bout the kickstand, I'd drop it on the run Dad waved thru the window "Come on, Son" Chorus: I was ridin' shotgun in his old red Ford feet danglin' above a rusted floor board Hit the Stop & Rob grabbin' pork rinds and pop like it was my job Then it was down a dirt road doin' forty five hand out the window as the world passed by Waylon and Willie on the eight track those were my best memories lookin' back Ridin' Shotgun Dads older now and home all the time refuses to lock the doors at night 'Cause life's still Mayberry in his mind I hit the road when the day's all done on my way to Dad's pick up my son and in a cloud of dust pull up in his drive My son says "Pa Paw let's go for a ride" 2nd Chorus: Now I'm drivin' that old red Ford and the motor don't run so good no more No Stop & Rob for pork rinds and pop, just a parkin' lot though my old man just turned sixty five got his hand out the window as the world goes by singin' Waylon and Willie on the eight track relivin' those memories lookin' back Ridin' Shotgun Bridge: Six more years my boy'll learn how to drive I hope that old Ford's engine is still alive have my hand out the window and then Ridin' Shotgun again Chorus:
