The Last Ice Cream Summer

[Chorus] Orange popsicles, sticky sweet on my chin That old ice cream truck jingle, where do I begin? Chasin' down the memories, dusty road wind in my hair Twelve years old again, without a single care. [Verse] Ninety-something, sun hung low and red Past Mr. Hargrave's barn, stories left unsaid. Me and my cousin, bikes with chains that squeaked Pedaling like madmen, secrets that we kept. [Pre-Chorus] The gravel kicked up dust, a golden hazy cloud Hay bales glowed like embers, shouting out aloud "We're gonna catch it this time!" our youthful voices rang Every summer day, a brand new song to sing. [Chorus] Orange popsicles, sticky sweet on my chin That old ice cream truck jingle, where do I begin? Chasin' down the memories, dusty road wind in my hair Twelve years old again, without a single care. [Verse] Now I'm back here drivin', the years have flown so fast That old dirt road still winds, a shadow from the past. Mr. Hargrave's barn is gone, just timbers on the ground No jingle in the air, no sweet ice cream to be found. [Bridge] But the sun still paints the fields, a familiar golden hue And I can almost hear the laughter, me and my cousin, brand new. That summer's in my mind, like tire tracks on the gray A memory that lingers, and will never fade away. [Chorus] Orange popsicles, sticky sweet on my chin That old ice cream truck jingle, where do I begin? Chasin' down the memories, dusty road wind in my hair Twelve years old again, without a single care. [Outro]