Flying Down the road in a four-wheel drive

Cotton fields peppering either side

Taking the long way to that old cabin on the lake

She looked so good in that summer dress

And thinking back now I can't forget

The way it made me feel when I looked into her eyes

Sometimes I'm right back there in my mind

Cause those rose-colored glasses sure paint a pretty picture

When you're looking back from the other side

The things I done the places I seen

No I wouldn't trade it for the world

Cause moments like those sure don't grow on trees

Cause there's something, something about a memory

Eight years old sitting in a tree stand Granddaddy's 12 resting on a limb

It was my first hunt and daddy was egging me on

A bright fall moon turned to sun come up

Next thing you know there's something in the brush

So I raised that H&R high and let the hammer fall

Now I think back on it and smile when I recall

Cause those rose-colored glasses sure paint a pretty picture when you're looking back from the other side

The things I done the places I seen no I wouldn't trade it for the world

Cause moments like those sure don't grow on trees

Cause there's something, something bout a memory woahh

How it drags you in

And When I close my eyes I'll be right back there again

Cause those rose-colored glasses sure paint a pretty picture

When you're looking back from the other side

The things I done the places I seen

No I wouldn't trade it for the world

Cause moments like those sure don't grow on trees

Cause there's something, something about a memory

Yeah there's something, something about a memory