We walked through these hills of youth, together you and me.
We chased us some pretty girls , had some tight times in between.
We answered the calling and left these muddy roads,
now Iam the one standing here, the one who made it back home.
You were always the faster one, the one with all the luck.
You could wear a white T shirt, come out clean ,even when mud got slung.
They say you where their rod of steal, never would try to bend,
you went the way  you wanted to, right down to the end.
So Brother, here I stand,  in the middle of this dirt road.
A shot of this Jim Beam will wash the hurt down my throat.
I hope you taste   your shot and give that crazy smile....
go in peace my Brother, see you on the other side. Love you man.