The Driveway

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I was seventeen, boots on the floor,

Waitin’ on her in that old Ford.

She came out smilin’ in a dress so blue,

Said, “You better not scuff up these shoes.”

We laughed all the way to that dance,

Didn’t know then, we wouldn’t get a second chance

At bein’ young and wild that way—

But it all started in the driveway.

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Tailgate down, two cold beers,

Stars up high, no one near.

Mom and Dad inside fast asleep,

While we made promises we’d try to keep.

We talked about dreams and runnin’ away,

But somehow we both decided to stay.

Built a life, come what may—

Right here beside this driveway.

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[Verse 3] (added verse)

There were goodbyes I didn’t see comin’,

Fights where no one said nothin’.

Flat tires, first jobs, and Sunday rain,

That old spot saw joy and pain.

A scraped-up knee, a proud report card,

A kid with dreams and a beat-up car.

It held more life than words can say—

That piece of earth, that old driveway.

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You don’t think much when you pull on in,

But time leaves traces where it’s been.

One day you’ll stand and feel it too—

All the love that’s lookin’ back at you.

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It’s just gravel and oil stains,

Some cracks from all the years and rain.

But it’s where the past comes back to play,

Where love and life found their way.

It may not look like much today,

But there’s a world of memories in that driveway.

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Watched my boy fire up his first Harley,

Grinnin’ wide, feelin’ free and gnarly.

My girl in shorts, gettin’ the mail,

Still makes my heart skip and sail.

Then my daughter walked where her mama did,

To her own dance, just a nervous kid.

And I stood there like yesterday—

Right there in that same driveway.

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Now I sit in a rocking chair,

With silver hair and a thousand stares.

Watchin’ my grandson ride his first four-wheeler,

His smile couldn’t be any realer.

And my boy drives by every now and then,

With his son, askin’ me to tell it again—

All the things I saw along the way,

In that stretch of gravel we call a driveway.

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You don’t think much when you pull on in,

But time leaves traces where it’s been.

One day you’ll stand and feel it too—

All the love that’s lookin’ back at you.

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It’s just gravel and oil stains,

Some cracks from all the years and rain.

But it’s where first kisses and dreams would stay,

Where time slipped quietly away.

It may not look like much today,

But it holds my soul—that old driveway.

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So when I’m gone and you pull on through,

Know I’m right there watchin’ you.

Every laugh, every tear, every wave—

I’ll be standin’ in that driveway.