We used to pull off Highway 249 Had a cool little place where we'd go and hide on Friday night And get away from the city lights We'd find a little wood and build a fire Somebody'd always bring a

Way back on the radio dial, The fire got lit inside a bright-eyed child. Every note just wrapped around his soul, From steel guitars to Memphis, all the way to rock and roll. Ohhh, I can hear 'e