Lyrics:

1988
Skip Ewing

I remember we'd leave early in the Carolina rain,
Go catching frogs and fishing off the pier
That was back in 67,
Haven't thought about those days in years

And I must have been a sight to see,
With a dirty face and skinned up knees
Reaching up so I could hold your hand
I wish I'd said I love you then
But, I didn't know just how to tell you, Dad.

I remember going through my teens
In tennis shoes and faded jeans,
Thinking you could never understand
Wish I'd known what I was missing,
When I didn't want to listen to you, Dad.

And the pages of my life just keep on turning,
The way you always told me they would do.
There's lessons in this life that I'm still learning,
Oh, I wish I was a little more like you.

Well, I was just now thinking about you,
So I took this time to write.
Write me back or call me when you can.
Things back here are goin' well,
There's really not much more to tell you, Dad.
I just wanted you to know,
You're the best friend I've ever had.

I remember we'd leave early in the Carolina rain.