Let Time Ride

Songwriter(s): Santana Mullins

Young and wild as a buck in Tennessee
No dad at home, the oldest of three
Worked the biggest farm in our town
Momma prayed someday that I would settle down

I can hear the voice of time calling.
Like the rain on the rooftops quickly falling.
A train run out of track, no way to turn back
Hold on tight and let time ride

Flowing hair in the bright sunshine morn
I met a girl and then I met the Lord
Though momma's gone, I know she'd be proud
I made that farm my very own somehow

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My blue eyes slowing fading into grey
Sweetheart in the yard, kids out to play
Memories that time cannot erase
In my heart and mind, a smile upon my face

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