September 2011
1 post
Don't Forget To Remember Me . (L)
18 years had come and gone For momma they flew by But for me they drug on and on We were loading up that Chevy Both tryin’ not to cry Momma kept on talking Putting off good-bye Then she took my hand and said “Baby don’t forget: Before you hit the highway You better stop for gas And there’s a 50 in the ashtray In case you run short on cash Here’s a map and...