Dirty Floorboard (feat. Lydia Simonds)

Put it in drive and head for the lake

In dads beat up '98 Chevrolet

Windows down thinking about the memories

Feels like forever but it’s been 3 days

Since he left us now I’m afraid

Cause I don’t know how this pain will ever leave

But I get back, into his seat

And I look down, at my feet

There’s a handwritten letter in my momma's writing

An ole ballcap that I hadn’t forgot

A few punches left in a worn out can of wintergreen

There’s a dirty old rag and a couple old wrenches

That I used to hold back when I was a kid

A lot of good stories right there for sure

It may not seem like much but to me it’s so much more

Then a dirty Floorboard

Back seat at 3 years old

Me you and momma with 3 cane poles

Pulled over on the side of the road

Naw I was kicking and fussing and I wouldn’t sit still

Cause I knocked over my happy meal

And I could’ve swore that I was dead

20 years later, I can still see you

Staring me down in that rear view

There’s a handwritten letter in my momma's writing

An ole ballcap that I hadn’t forgot

A few punches left in a worn out can of wintergreen

There’s a dirty ole rag and a couple old wrenches

That I used to hold back when I was a kid

A lot of good stories right there for sure

It may not seem like much but to me it’s so much more

Then a Dirty Floorboard

Nowadays all that I can seem to do

Is sit in this truck, and think about you

There’s a handwritten letter in my momma's writing

An ole ballcap that I hadn’t forgot

A few punches left in a worn out can of wintergreen

There’s a dirty ole rag and a couple old wrenches

That I used to hold back when I was a kid

A lot of good stories right there for sure

It may not seem like much but to me it’s so much more

Then a dirty Floorboard