Shorty

I remember when

You were my shorty

We were both twenty

We would ride down I-40

Quarter full plenty

In that all red Chevy

You were my heaven

Climbed out my second

And made it for breakfast

But I took what I gave you

Fold it like paper

Fly it like plane and

Die of frustration

Now it’s nothin’ but memories

I don’t like to dwell

But since you stopped waiting on me

Memory’s all I got left

I remember when

You were my shorty

We were both twenty

We would ride down I-40

Quarter full plenty

In that all red Chevy

You were my heaven

Climbed out my second

And made it for breakfast

But I took what I gave you

Fold it like paper

Fly it like plane and

Die of frustration

Now it’s nothin’ but memories

I don’t like to dwell

But since you stopped waiting on me

Memory’s all I got left

I remember when

You were my shorty

We were both twenty

We would ride down I-40

Quarter full plenty

Now it’s nothin’ but memories

I don’t like to dwell

But since you stopped waiting on me

Memory’s all I got left