Takes a summer time in dollars at minimum wage

To buy some pittsburg steel when you come of age and

Even more to get it running and shinning like you did.

It was two tone tar heel blue and white

Couple kinwood speakers tuned just right

Crazy how a car makes a king out of a kid

It was sun down ready, hardtop heavy, shotgun girlfriend primed.

Just some teenage no fear, half bald good years that still turned on a dime.

It was freedom calling pulling you down that backroad

It was our time flying and a hell of a ride in that bronco.

Momma still puts flowers out by your grave

Daddy pulls against ford in sunday's race

And leah has a hard time thinking she's older than you

And me I still see you backing out in reverse the headlights bright behind your hurst

If I only could fix things like someone I once knew.

I wouldn't be sitting tangled mangled full of county junk yard pain

All busted rusted out here cussing crying out your name.

It was freedom calling pulling you down that backroad

It was our time flying and a hell of a ride in that bronco.

It was a hell of a ride. [x2]

It was freedom calling pulling you down that backroad

It was our time flying and a hell of a ride in that bronco.

It was small town high hopes

Why it ended there only heaven knows.

A brother a hero and a hell of a ride in that bronco.

It was a hell of a ride

Takes a lifetime of prayers on bend and knee to try to come to peace with your memory.