Bronco – Canaan Smith – letras

Takes a summer time in dollars at minimum wageTo buy some pittsburg steel when you come of age andEven more to get it running and shining like you didIt was two toned tar heel blue and whiteCouple kenwood speakers tuned just rightCrazy how a car makes a king out of a kidIt was sun down ready, hardtop heavyShotgun girlfriend proudJust some teenage no fearHalf bald good years that still turned on a dimeIt was freedom calling pulling you down that backroadIt was our time flying and a hell of a ride in that broncoMomma still puts flowers out by your graveDaddy pulls against ford in sunday’s raceAnd leah has a hard time thinking she’s older than youAnd me I still see you backing out in reverseThe headlights bright behind your hearseIf I only could fix things like someone I once knewI wouldn’t be sitting tangled mangledFull of county junk yard painAll busted rusted out here cussing crying out your nameIt was freedom calling pulling you down that backroadIt was our time flying and a hell of a ride in that broncoIt was a hell of a ride it was freedomCalling pulling you down that backroadIt was our time flying and a hell of a ride in that broncoIt was small town high hopesWhy it ended there only heaven knowsA brother a hero and a hell of a ride in that broncoIt was a hell of a rideTakes a lifetime of prayers on bendAnd knee to try to come to peace with your memory