Trevor, if I ever find
Your old rag top Lincoln, I
Will try to buy it back for you
And when she's all fixed with new
Paint and leather, we'll take her up Central
To the Downs, buy a beer for your dad
And get the picks from the rancheros
Trevor, I'd sure like to see what you've been workin on
I'd like to know what you've been reading
I wonder if you'll ever write about West Ashley
But for now, I'm blue
Playin your songs
And missin you
When ya comin out buddy
Every time I walk by your dad's house
I see big ideas
Smokin over your shoulder
Comin down from Denver