To my first pony cherry pie, from the little girl you taught to fly, into the sun.To Mrs. Thornton from third grade, I'll remember all the times you stayed, till daddy picked me up.Oh, did you ever know, did I ever tell you so? Oh, I hope you understand, you have so much to do with who I am.To my older brother Wes, I worshipped everything you did and said, I hope it didn't bother you.To Grandma Melba and Grandpa Lynn, what I'd give just to be five again, singing in your living room.Oh, did you ever know, did I ever tell you so? Oh, I hope you understand, you have so much to do with who I am.To Arkansas summer wind, to fields that never end, to anyone who called me friend.To all the blessings from above, to mama's kiss and daddy's toes, I didn't say it there and now, thank you for who I am.Oh, did you ever know, did I ever tell you so? Oh, I hope you understand, you have so much, you have so much to do with who I am.To my first pony cherry pie, from a little girl you taught to fly.It's all a dream in flight.It's all a dream in flight.It's all a dream in flight.It's all a dream in flight.