Letras de Mudfootball

Saturday morning and it′s time to go
Wonder these could be the days but who could've known
Loading in the back of a pickup truck
Riding with the boys, pushing the luck
Singing songs down on the way to the game
Wishing all the things could still be the same
Johnnies from the door to the backstop
The crew on the ball, the soda pop, well

We used to laugh a lot
But only because we thought
That everything good always would remain
Ain′t nothing gonna change, no need to complain

Sunday morning and it's time to go
Been raining all night so everybody knows
Over to the field for tackle football
Big hits, big hands, yeah, gimme the ball
Rain is pouring, touchdowns scoring
Keep on rolling, never boring
Kama-kama-kama-chameleon
We talkin' kinda funny from helium, well

We used to laugh a lot
But only because we thought
That everything good always would remain
Ain′t nothing gonna change, no need to complain

Monday morning and it′s time to go
Wet trunks and schoolbooks and sand on my toes
Do anything you can to dodge the bus stop blues
And driving up the dead with a burnt-out fuse
Well, my best friend Kimmy wants to go with you
Meet her by the sugar mill after school
My best friend Kimmy wants to go with you
So meet her by the sugar mill after school, and

We used to laugh a lot
But only because we thought
That everything good always would remain
We used to laugh a lot
But only because we thought
That everything good always would
Everything good always would remain