Faded Photographs
Sippin' sweet tea on a front porch swing
Pickin' on a guitar,makin' memories
 Dust on the boots, straw in my hair
Livin' life likethere's not a care
 Backroads and backyards,that's wherewe'd roam
 Kisses stolen, love blossomed and grown
 Twang of a banjo, strum of a guitar
Holdin' hands,wishin' on the stars
 Oh, those faded photographs,hangin' on the wall
 Remind me of a love, I thought would never fall
 But time moves on, and memories fade away
 ButI'll hold on tight to that first love, each and every day