Letras
Exit 119 off the interstate
Past the Berry Twist and Silver Mining Lake
On over that rickety bridge
That's the place I used to live
A town full of people with the same last names
Friday fried fish and football games
Where you go to church, learn the Golden Rule
Where they all know you for the dumbest thing you did in high school
You were named for a city you'd never see
Hair growing down past your knees
We'd climb that Tulip Poplar tree
See what we could see, out on Rural Route 3
Swingin' on vines off the side of Spickert Hill
Over the lights of Louisville
Singing what if we let go?
What if we let go?
What if we let go?
Chicken of the Sea fried up with lard
Potatoes growing in your backyard
Cut our fingers with your daddy's pocket knife
Swore we'd be together for the rest of our lives
I was trapping fireflies, pulling off their wings
I made you a ring out of that glowy thing
And I asked you to marry me
We were Danny and Sandra Dee
Out on Rural Route 3
Swingin' on vines off the side of Spickert Hill
Over the lights of Louisville
Singing what if we let go?
What if we let go?
What if we let go?
Don't you wanna let go?
You met your husband in Algebra II
Moved to his place after high school
At your wedding, we drank grape juice in Dixie cups
I left town and I don't come back much
They paved that road, named it Skyline Drive
My old house is worth 125
But that old tulip poplar tree
Remembers how it used to be when it was Rural Route 3
Swingin' on vines off the side of Spickert Hill
Over the lights of Louisville
Singing what if we let go?
What if we let go?
What if we let go?
What if we let go?
What if we let go?
Could you ever let go?