I remember when I was little
My papaw had a fourwheeler
Enjoyed with every cookout
By laughing granddaughters,
A worrying grandmother,
And fathers who had one or two beers
Cruising around that huge country field

Years went by
Daughters grew older
And too big to fit on with their dads
That fourwheeler sat 
Inside the rickety old barn
Only used by an older sister to sneak around

A while later I saw a fourwheeler again
Rode it with a guy to steer
In awe of how the mountains consumed us
Reminded of the time gone by

Now I remember those joyrides
The wind smacking my face
Blowing my hair beyond hope of control
And I continue to laugh
Like that little girl
Holding onto the man that she trusts