Daddy used to gig in our hometown bar,
strummin 'Free Bird' on a steel guitar.
Brother played drums to Tim McGraw,
on the dash of a Chevrolet.
Mama used to mop with the radio on,
to the beat of an old Charlie Daniels song,
I had a hair brush microphone, lip sinkin to Shania Twain.
[:: CHORUS ::]
Ain't nothing like a song that'll take ya back, take ya back, take ya back,
yeah it'll take ya back make ya feel like that,
Gon take ya back that way.
Aint nothing like a fiddle and a mandolin,
with a banjo pickin and a bass kickin in.
Melody hook, hook, hookin you in,
Gon take ya back, take ya back, take ya back to the day.
Daddy always let me tag along,
When he played cover tunes all night long.
When I heard 'Brown Eyed Girl' come on,
I jumped right up on stage.
Those good old days come back to me,
when music sparks a memory.
Can't help but smile cause they made me who I am today.
[:: CHORUS ::]
strummin 'Free Bird' on a steel guitar.
Brother played drums to Tim McGraw,
on the dash of a Chevrolet.
Mama used to mop with the radio on,
to the beat of an old Charlie Daniels song,
I had a hair brush microphone, lip sinkin to Shania Twain.
[:: CHORUS ::]
Ain't nothing like a song that'll take ya back, take ya back, take ya back,
yeah it'll take ya back make ya feel like that,
Gon take ya back that way.
Aint nothing like a fiddle and a mandolin,
with a banjo pickin and a bass kickin in.
Melody hook, hook, hookin you in,
Gon take ya back, take ya back, take ya back to the day.
Daddy always let me tag along,
When he played cover tunes all night long.
When I heard 'Brown Eyed Girl' come on,
I jumped right up on stage.
Those good old days come back to me,
when music sparks a memory.
Can't help but smile cause they made me who I am today.
[:: CHORUS ::]