Dee White - Bucket Of lyrics

Things meant more when I had less That's the way it goes I guess The more I have, I must confess The more I need My first car was a bucket of bolts It wouldn't go far but it sure did smoke All them girls would laugh and joke Then they'd hop right in Take em' down to the water hole We'll all go swimmin' in our birthday clothes Lord knows how I love those good ol' pals of mine We've all gone our separate ways But we'll always have those good ol' days Ain't no takin' those away They're locked inside my mind Sometimes I miss the simple stuff Cause the road I'm on can sure get rough When I think I've had enough I just take it for a little spin Of all the things I've left behind That old car still runnin' fine Ain't no hill that she can't climb Just gotta give her the time Take em' down to the water hole We'll all go swimmin' in our birthday clothes Lord knows how I love those good ol' pals of mine We've all gone our separate ways But we'll always have those good ol' days Ain't no takin' those away They're locked inside my mind