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