When I knew little strife.
I spent my days cruising the road,
Freedom was my only load.
I’d play my songs nice and loud,
Singing along with the crowd.
I had lots of money to spend,
And the nights never seemed to end.
Jump forward in time eight years,
A wedding, two births, lots of laughs, and some tears.
My freedom is gone, my money is tight,
The baby wakes me up crying at night.
Now I ain’t got no time to be alive,
Except for my daily morning drive.
It’s then that I listen to the songs Google gave me for free,
And I think about old times and how things used to be.Read More