Eight-Track Times

Daddy's car had an AM radio   

But my buddy had a Mustang with a deck   

An eight-track player built into the dashboard   

And I ain't seen nothing cooler yet   

He had a leather case of cartridges   

Sitting right there on the floor   

We'd flip through every one of them   

Before we even shut the door

Then I finally got my own old Chevy   

Put an eight-track underneath the dash   

Saved up every dollar from my paycheck   

Till I had enough to pay in cash   

I bought a case with twenty pockets   

Filled it up with all my favorite songs   

And suddenly that beat-up Chevy   

Was the place where we belonged

Oh, those eight-track times   

With the windows rolled down low   

A little music in the dashboard   

And nowhere we had to go   

A girl beside me singing   

Every word of every line   

We thought that road would last forever   

Back in those eight-track times

You'd push that cartridge in the player   

Hear it click and come alive   

And if you didn't like the song that started   

You'd hit that button on the side   

Sometimes right in the middle of a good one   

You'd hear that clunk and lose the beat   

Then the music started playing   

And we'd laugh there in our seats

We never had to turn those tapes over   

They just kept on going round   

We'd park beneath the water tower   

And let our favorite songs play out   

She'd pull her feet up on the dashboard   

I'd reach across and take her hand   

And that same old song would find us   

Falling in love all over again

Oh, those eight-track times   

With the windows rolled down low   

A little music in the dashboard   

And nowhere we had to go   

A girl beside me singing   

Every word of every line   

We thought that road would last forever   

Back in those eight-track times

Sometimes the tape would get all tangled   

And we'd pull it out real slow   

Wind it back around the cartridge   

Praying it would still play when we'd go   

We'd stick a matchbook underneath it   

When the sound got out of line   

And somehow all that little trouble   

Made the music feel like mine

There weren't a thousand songs to choose from   

Just the ones that we could buy   

But every one held a memory   

Of a place, a girl, a time

Oh, those eight-track times   

I can hear that player click   

See her reaching for the music   

With her lipstick on her lips   

That leather case between us   

And the highway passing by   

We didn't know we were making memories   

We were just enjoying life

Oh, those eight-track times   

They still come back now and then   

And if I could turn that key once more   

I'd play them all again

Found an old eight-track in a cardboard box   

With her name written on the side   

The label's faded, corners worn   

But I remember every ride

I'd give a lot to hear that clicking   

And have her sitting next to mine

Just one more drive   

One more song

One more night   

In those eight-track times.