When the dogwoods start to bloom And the crickets hum their tune
That's usually about the time That I feel most alive
But the news has all been bad And the whole world seems so sad
I ain't had much else going on So I sat down and wrote this song
* I miss my mom, I miss my dad I miss the road, I miss my band
Giving hugs and shaking hands It's a mystery I suppose Just how long this thing goes
But there'll be crowds and there'll be shows And there will be light after dark
Someday when we aren't six feet apart
First thing that I'm gonna do Is slide on in some corner booth
And take the whole damn family out And buy my buddies all a round
Pay some extra on the tab Catch a movie, catch a cab
Watch a ballgame from the stands Probably over-wash my hands
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