Summer of Sixth Grade

Freshly cut grass, charcoal and gas

It’s getting hot in the valley

Still some snow on the pass

I got a couple scraped up knees

And my first bee sting

I even got my first kiss

From the girl that lived behind me

I wanna go back to the summer of sixth grade

And if I could I’d make the most there’s not a moment of it I would trade

‘Cause if youth is truly wasted on the young

Then at least we did it right and had our fun

There was something ‘bout that summer and the memories we made

They’re still shaping who I am today

The summer of sixth grade

Smell of rain on the asphalt

Playing basketball

I bought a second hand skateboard

From my neighbor, Paul

So I built a couple skate ramps

And started up a garage band

Went swimming in the river

And learned how to set up camp

I wanna go back to the summer of sixth grade

And if I could I’d make the most there’s not a moment of it I would trade

‘Cause if youth is truly wasted on the young

Then at least we did it right and had our fun

There was something ‘bout that summer and the memories we made

They’re still shaping who I am today

The summer of sixth grade

The future was forever

And hope was ours to find

We were losing track of time

Staying up all night

Lying on the trampoline

Talking about our big, big dreams

What was coming our way

Was sure to be great

I wanna go back to the summer of sixth grade

And if I could I’d make the most there’s not a moment of it I would trade

‘Cause if youth is truly wasted on the young

Then at least we did it right and had our fun

I am grateful for that summer and the memories we made

They’re playing over in my brain

And still shaping who I am today

The summer of sixth grade