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• Artiste: Sturgill Simpson
• Titre: Pan Bowl
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I'd give anything to go back Days I was young. All the way back to Pan Bowl I sit down on the lakebed Stare at the sun. Then I'd walk out in the water Let it cleanse my soul. Spend my days up on quicksand There I would play. Wild as a rattlesnake Right from the start. I'd push off the August in Swing all day. Well she was the first girl that ever broke my heart. Miss the days when this old life Free from all the pain and strife. And all the sorrow it has brung. I'd give anything to go All the way back to Pan Bowl. All the way back to days when I was young. Spend my summers hearing stories Bout the one that got away. On a dock down at Watt's bar Every 4th of July. Uncle Everett was the coolest. Never had a word to say. When he died was the only time I ever seen papaw cry. Every Sunday we'd go visit My great-grandma Mary Ann. Lord I cry just thinking About how good she was to me. My great-grandad Eli Was a coal-mining man. Not a tooth in his head But his eyes held the sea. Miss the days when this old life Was free from my old pain and strife. And all the sorrow it has brung. I'd give anything to go All the way back to Pan Bowl. All the way back to days when I was young. I'd climb up on high-tops Stare as far as I could see. At the one and only home My heart has ever known.