Remembering the Good Ol' Days
We'll I was born and raised in Indiana, a hoosier I bewatchin' Indiana basketball on color tv
use to have big dreams when I was a kid
playin' basketball with my twin, this is what we did
so competive when we came to play
use to go back and forth day to day
I would go out on the drive and drop it from the outside
three ball raining, there was no stopping me when I was playing
i can still remember our three OT game
just my Brother Brett and I in my grandmas driveway
an old wooden backboard and rim hung on a tree
it was my brother and I , hoosiers as others see
I remember the first time I saw snow, it was so cold
i ran into to put on warmer clothes
Now my brother was my best friend and still is
now all grown up and married , and his own kid
we parted ways 12 years ago, we were both 18 it was so hard I know
We both cried as I lied awake staring at his face
I went back to Indiana, and He stayed in the Lone Star state
I guess we had our reasons , parting was our fate.
I guess I didnt tell you but my parents split when i was twelve
moved off to Texas with my brothers , leaving memories on the shelf
I spent 6 years before my brother and I parted
went to high school but left before my senior year started
came back home to Indiana, to live with my dad
emotions ran through my veins , it was so, so sad
For nights I cried because I left half of my heart
it was in the Lone Star state, with my brother's broke apart
now I have facebook and cellphones to connect
with the rest of my family In Texas that I left
I will always remember the good ol' days
back as a child before i knew pain
back before I had kids of my own
these were the good days, it's nice to be home
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