Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Burning Memories, artist - Waylon Jennings.
Date of issue: 30.12.2011
Song language: English
Burning Memories |
For thirty some odd years he faced a grinder in the city |
Hustlin' day in day out just tryin' to survive |
He bought his wife the finer things |
And sent his kids to collage |
That always took what little bit he tried to put aside |
But thru it all he had one thing |
That seemed to keep him going |
A dream that someday he could leave this city life behind |
I watched his hair turn thin and gray |
But his dream never faded |
He told me all about it at least a thousand times |
He always wanted, a place out in the country |
Where the birds sing, in the morning |
And the grass is emerald green |
A place where, he could feel the mornin' sunshine |
And sit out in the evenin' |
Where the air is, fresh and clean |
It took lots of overtime to keep his wife up with the jonses |
And more to get his son out of his run-ins with the law |
The more it took the more he gave, never once complaining |
I don’t know how he ever stood the pressure of it all |
I never thought he’d make it, but he finally left the city |
And now he’s got that special little place to call his own |
Today I took a ride out in the country just to see him |
It wasn’t hard to find because his name was on the stone |
He always wanted, a place out in the country |
Where the birds sing, in the morning |
And the grass is emerald green |
A place where, he could feel the mornin' sunshine |
And sit out in the evenin' |
Where the air is, fresh and clean |
He always wanted, a place out in the country |
Where the birds sing, in the morning |
And the grass is… |