I guess i'm a small town boy deep inside ...
And those feelings of nostalgia I just can't hide .........
When i'm traveling down the highway small towns drifting by ...
I can't help but wish I could go back in time ......
To those lonely dust deviled dirty old streets ...
The boarded up stores where we once got our treats ..
I can't think of anything I'd want more ...
Than to go back in time and visit the old store...
There came a day they paved the street's black ...
For us on our bikes it made a smooth race track .....
Was halloween we had us the best of our time's ......
Tipping over toilet's and ringing the old door chime's ..
Yes those days of old I just can't forget ........
They are stuck in my mind like an old lost bet ....
If I could go back I know where I'd go ....
I'd go back to the street's ....
Where the dust devils blow .
Finished copy
Written by Terrance Martin
May 26/2017
