Waking up,
golden hair,
tired eyes,
tiny footsteps running down the stairs
Wave goodbye through the kitchen window,
nothing gets me like her little hand
Saturday morning,
mid-July,
we sold some tickets, and hey, that's about time
You closed your business and school's out,
got off work for the summer,
now I start mine
Promise to save the moments you can I
promise they ain't growing an inch over
a weekend Promise they won't be holding your hand
When they're too cool to be playing Spider-Man
But if you learn one thing from your old man
Know that you're still young when you're back in the tour van
Son,
you're never too old,
so you're back on the road
With your badass high school band
Late night calls with friends and family
Kissing screens in hotel rooms
In between six strings and whiskey
I promise I won't be home soon I never thought that
at fourteen
From Kurt Cobain and primal scream That I'd meet your mother
And now I see that you and her were my big dream
Promise to save the moments you can I
promise they ain't growing an inch over
a weekend Promise they won't be holding your hand
When they're too cool to be playing Spider-Man
But if you learn one thing from your old man
Know that you're still young when you're back in the tour van
Son,
you're never too old,
so you're back on the road
With your badass high school band
On
the day that you throw your spotty suit out the wardrobe
Daddy's still be playing cowboy somewhere out on the road
I hope you know,
I hope you know That you will always be my real hero
Promise to save the moments you can I promise
they ain't growing an inch over a weekend
Promise they won't be holding your hand When
they're too cool to be playing Spider-Man
But if you learn one thing from your old man Know you're
never quite as cool as when you're cool in a country band Son,
you're never too old,
so you're back on the road With your badass high school band