Backroad Memories

I remember muddy mornings, tackle box in hand

Dad waking me before the sun, truck rumbles through the land

We’d cast our lines on rivers wide, laughing as the daylight grew

Whiskey coffee in his thermos, just a boy and his old man too

Stories told on the creek’s bend

Promises made, they never end

Those fishing trips and hunting trails

Sunset painted on the rusty rails

Laughing till the tears would run

My daddy and his only son

Boating out under starry light

All those memories just feel right

Come autumn’s call and shotgun’s glare, orange hats in the dawn

We tracked white tails through frosty fields while the world just carried on

Dad’s lessons whispered in the pines, steady hands and open heart

He taught me more with every mile, in every place we’d park

Telling tales by the fire’s glow

Learning more than I could ever know

Those fishing trips and hunting trails

Sunset painted on the rusty rails

Laughing till the tears would run

My daddy and his only son

Boating out under starry light

All those memories just feel right

And on summer nights we’d drink too much,

Cans and laughter, secrets and such

He’d toast to life, and I’d toast to him

A bond stronger than any old hymn

Those fishing trips and hunting trails

Sunset painted on the rusty rails

Laughing till the tears would run

My daddy and his only son

Boating out under starry light

All those memories just feel rightAll those nights still hold me near

A father’s love, crystal clear

Backroad memories, year by year