The Back of Daddy’s Truck

I can feel the hot South Florida sun burning down on my face and arms. The hot wind blowing as we roll down the highway. The smell of summer, the taste of summer, the days of summer. I spent so many in the back of Daddy’s truck. Here is a little tribute to that. I love you Daddy and wish I could share this with you!!

Daddy’s Pick Up Truck

The hot summer sun beating down on us

It never really bothered us all that much

Laughing and singing,

Telling a joke or two

Just a few of the things we would do

While ridin in the back of Daddy’s pickup truck

 

Oh yea, up and down highway 95

Kids in the back and Daddy would drive

The wind in our hair and the sun in our face

Oh my God there wasn’t a better place

Than the back of Daddy’s pick up truck

 

Early in the morning headed for the beach

Climbing in to find our seat

Cane fields burning as we rode by

That thick cloud of smoke bringing tears to our eyes

In the back of  Daddy’s pick up truck

 

 Oh yea, up and down highway 95

Kids in the back and daddy would drive

The wind in our hair and the sun in our face

Oh my God there wasn’t a better place

Than the back of Daddy’s pick up truck

 

A hot summer night

it  was the 4th of July

we had the best seat for the show in the sky

tailgate down fire up high

Layin in the back of Daddy’s pick up truck

 

Oh yea, up and down highway 95

Kids in the back and daddy would drive

The wind in our hair and the sun in our face

Oh my God there wasn’t a better place

Than the back of Daddy’s pick up truck

 

There was nothing like the feel of the wind in our hair

as it whipped around in the hot humid air

you could smell the rain before it ever fell

so many stories i could tell

about ridin in the back of that pick up truck

 

Oh yea, up and down highway 95

Kids in the back and daddy would drive

The wind in our hair and the sun in our face

Oh my God there wasn’t a better place

Than the back of Daddy’s pick up truck

 

Heading to the mountains and ghost town in the sky

camping in the woods playing all night

We had lots of fun and plenty of luck

but nothing like the back of that pick up truck

 

Oh yea, up and down highway 95

Kids in the back and daddy would drive

The wind in our hair and the sun in our face

Oh my God there wasn’t a better place

Than the back of Daddy’s pick up truck

 The night sounds of the lake were music to our ears

as we looked toward the sky at all the tiny mirrors

No streetlights to light the way for us

Nothing but the lights on Daddy’s pick up truck.

Many times my heart yearns for the days

of being in the back of that 71 Chevy

Blue and chrome

but I know those days are gone

thank God for the memories in my mind

of the back of Daddy’s pick up truck

take me back in time.

Brenda Brock Adams

 

 

 

 

 

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