Still the same old neighborhood, like many years ago
Houses sit in white picket frames, like rock wells in the road
I've always been the rebel's son, but daddy didn't mind
He wanted me to chase my dreams, the way he did one time
Now he's sitting on the front porch, as I get out of my car
And as my father's eyes meet mine, there's one wish in my heart
Wishing my dad was forty again
He would be young, I would be ten
We would go fishing, throw an old ball around
Wash his old truck, go into town
We can never go back to the way it was then
But just for today, I wish he was forty again
Now we'll sit and talk for hours
Of life at home
Out on the road
What I've seen and where I've been
And journeys left to go
Mama looks at both of us
You're like two kids, I swear
And the stories turn to laughter
Before the leaving turns to tears
Wishing my dad was forty again
He would be young, I would be ten
We would go fishing, throw an old ball around
Wash his old truck, go into town
We can never go back to the way it was then
But just for today, I wish he was forty again
Wishing my dad was forty again





But just for today, I wish he was forty again
othes always well
And just for today, I wish he was forty again


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