Doug Bruce
Текст песни Coffey Road

Never had much money or a lot of room to grow,
And that little white frame house
My family called a home.
Daddy stay gone most of the time and let momma on her own,
Raised two kids the best she could at the end of Coffey road.
Me and my friend Billy and a dog that we called Bones
Spent endless summer days at our secret fishing hole.
We never caught the big one, but the story still got told,
They were plenty more where that came from,
At the end of Coffey Road.

Chorus:
Just a simple house in a country town where I grew up,
A little green patch of life and a beat up Chevy truck
Last mail box on the ride, number 501,
A place where my best memories come from.

I remember my first sweetheart, thought she'd always be mine,

Stealing kisses out behind the barn, all we had is time.
Friday night football games, and Sunday morning church
That preacher did the best to save our souls down,
At the end of Coffey Road.

Chorus: (x2)
Just a simple house in a country town where I grew up,
A little green patch of life and a beat up Chevy truck
Last mail box on the ride, number 501,
A place where my best memories come from.
Just a simple house in a country town where I grew up,
A little green patch of life and a beat up Chevy truck
If I could start all over, knowing how the story goes
I wouldn't change a thing at the end of Coffey Road.
No, I wouldn't change a thing at the end of Coffey Road.




Thanks to madailui