I need to go back in time
when family was family
communities where tight knit
and church lasted all day Sunday
You know... back in the day
when disputes were decided
with fists and not guns
and meals shared at the table
Once in a while
on any given weekend
we'd pile in the sedan
for a classic SUNDAY DRIVE
No GPS or directions to guide us
just following the open road
no seat belts or airbags
free spirits in every essence
I miss the road games
I miss the family time
I miss those good old days
I miss that SUNDAY DRIVE.
Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 5:35 AM UTC
I need to go back in time
when family was family
communities where tight knit
and church lasted all day Sunday
You know... back in the day
when disputes were decided
with fists and not guns
and meals shared at the table
Once in a while
on any given weekend
we'd pile in the sedan
for a classic SUNDAY DRIVE
No GPS or directions to guide us
just following the open road
no seat belts or airbags
free spirits in every essence
I miss the road games
I miss the family time
I miss those good old days
I miss that SUNDAY DRIVE.
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