From the recording Electric Hillbilly

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Written by: Mark Brine

1.I wandered down the back roads last nite
Deep into the sleeping hands of time
Back to the home that we once knew
and I saw a fleeting glimpse (there) of you
in your school uniform with your long blonde hair
'n that tie you used to wear
And we were pals once again
In those few short moments lost in space
And I remember feeling just so overwhelmed
At simply seein' your little face
And I ran my hand across your head (for good luck)
Like I always used t' do way back then
As you showed me your drawing of a truck
And in that moment, the dream came to an end

Back roads - back roads
Down the back roads of ( time
Back roads - back roads
Down the back roads of my (2.your) mind

2. It's sad how the paths of life just stray
Fathers and sons how they go their separate ways
Yes, I realize it's all the Master's plan
He molds you in His hands - you've become a full grown man
But, I only hope that one day in your travels
No matter where the road may go 'n how the tale unravels
Yes, somewhere when you stop to look behind
You'll know I'll always be there
down the back roads of your mind
�2003 Mark Brine/Mark Brine Music (BMI)