Oh I wish that this ole thing could talk about the things it's seen
'Cause it's gone everywhere I've been, like another part of me
It's faded black, a little bit torn, and the front is falling down
But it's been faithful to hold me true the whole time it's been around
And no I wouldn't trade it for a nicer one
'Cause I've got memories with this thing, yeah all the things we've done
Cruising down 45 memory lane in a beat-up pickup truck
Guitar picking in little ole bars, just trying to test my luck
Picking up girls and seeing the world like a Neon Rainbow singer
And holding on tight to a bright white light as a Margaritaville drinker
Some people have said to go throw it in the scrap
No, but they don't know the half of my baseball cap
If it ain't on, I'm sitting in a pew or at the table
It's been through dirt, high water, and hell anytime that it was able
It sits beside me when I sleep and on me when I rise
It smells like Marlboro, whiskey, and hayfields and stays above my eyes
But I'm thankful it's been there to see me through
It spent more time with me alone than I ever did with you
Oh, cruising down 45 memory lane in a beat-up pickup truck
Guitar picking in little ole bars, just trying to test my luck
Picking up girls and seeing the world like a Neon Rainbow singer
And holding on tight to a bright white light as a Margaritaville drinker
Some people have said to go throw it in the scrap
No, but they don't know the half of my baseball cap
I wore it tearing through a muddy dirt field when I left you in the dust
It stayed on my head whenever I said "I don't want this, not us."
It sat on my dash when I cried on a steering wheel later that night
And no it couldn't make all my wrongs right
But it went
Cruising down 45 memory lane in a beat-up pickup truck
Guitar picking in little ole bars, just trying to test my luck
Picking up girls and seeing the world like a Neon Rainbow singer
And holding on tight to a bright white light as a Margaritaville drinker
Some people have said to go throw it in the scrap
No, but they don't know the half of my baseball cap
Garret Johnston - Baseball Cap Lyrics
Garret Johnston - Baseball Cap Lyrics
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Oh I wish that this ole thing could talk about the things it's seen
'Cause it's gone everywhere I've been, like another part of me
It's faded black, a little bit torn, and the front is falling down
But it's been faithful to hold me true the whole time it's been around
And no I wouldn't trade it for a nicer one
'Cause I've got memories with this thing, yeah all the things we've done
Cruising down 45 memory lane in a beat-up pickup truck
Guitar picking in little ole bars, just trying to test my luck
Picking up girls and seeing the world like a Neon Rainbow singer
And holding on tight to a bright white light as a Margaritaville drinker
Some people have said to go throw it in the scrap
No, but they don't know the half of my baseball cap
If it ain't on, I'm sitting in a pew or at the table
It's been through dirt, high water, and hell anytime that it was able
It sits beside me when I sleep and on me when I rise
It smells like Marlboro, whiskey, and hayfields and stays above my eyes
But I'm thankful it's been there to see me through
It spent more time with me alone than I ever did with you
Oh, cruising down 45 memory lane in a beat-up pickup truck
Guitar picking in little ole bars, just trying to test my luck
Picking up girls and seeing the world like a Neon Rainbow singer
And holding on tight to a bright white light as a Margaritaville drinker
Some people have said to go throw it in the scrap
No, but they don't know the half of my baseball cap
I wore it tearing through a muddy dirt field when I left you in the dust
It stayed on my head whenever I said "I don't want this, not us."
It sat on my dash when I cried on a steering wheel later that night
And no it couldn't make all my wrongs right
But it went
Cruising down 45 memory lane in a beat-up pickup truck
Guitar picking in little ole bars, just trying to test my luck
Picking up girls and seeing the world like a Neon Rainbow singer
And holding on tight to a bright white light as a Margaritaville drinker
Some people have said to go throw it in the scrap
No, but they don't know the half of my baseball cap
'Cause it's gone everywhere I've been, like another part of me
It's faded black, a little bit torn, and the front is falling down
But it's been faithful to hold me true the whole time it's been around
And no I wouldn't trade it for a nicer one
'Cause I've got memories with this thing, yeah all the things we've done
Cruising down 45 memory lane in a beat-up pickup truck
Guitar picking in little ole bars, just trying to test my luck
Picking up girls and seeing the world like a Neon Rainbow singer
And holding on tight to a bright white light as a Margaritaville drinker
Some people have said to go throw it in the scrap
No, but they don't know the half of my baseball cap
If it ain't on, I'm sitting in a pew or at the table
It's been through dirt, high water, and hell anytime that it was able
It sits beside me when I sleep and on me when I rise
It smells like Marlboro, whiskey, and hayfields and stays above my eyes
But I'm thankful it's been there to see me through
It spent more time with me alone than I ever did with you
Oh, cruising down 45 memory lane in a beat-up pickup truck
Guitar picking in little ole bars, just trying to test my luck
Picking up girls and seeing the world like a Neon Rainbow singer
And holding on tight to a bright white light as a Margaritaville drinker
Some people have said to go throw it in the scrap
No, but they don't know the half of my baseball cap
I wore it tearing through a muddy dirt field when I left you in the dust
It stayed on my head whenever I said "I don't want this, not us."
It sat on my dash when I cried on a steering wheel later that night
And no it couldn't make all my wrongs right
But it went
Cruising down 45 memory lane in a beat-up pickup truck
Guitar picking in little ole bars, just trying to test my luck
Picking up girls and seeing the world like a Neon Rainbow singer
And holding on tight to a bright white light as a Margaritaville drinker
Some people have said to go throw it in the scrap
No, but they don't know the half of my baseball cap
Writer: Christopher Johnston
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