*** *** School Band Lyrics by Jay Smith
Waking up golden hair, tired eyes
Tiny footsteps running down the stairs
Wave goodbye through the kitchen window
Nothing gets me like your little hand
Saturday morning, mid-July
We sold some tickets and hey, that’s about time
You closed your business and school’s out
Got off work for the summer, now I’d start mine
Promise to save the moments you can
I promise they ain’t growing an inch over a weekend
Promise they won’t be holding in your hand
When they’re too cool to be playing Spider-Man
But if you learn one thing from your old man
Know that you’re still young when you’re back in the tour van
Son, you’re never too old
To get back on the road
With your *** *** school band
Late night calls with friends and family
Kissing screens in hotel rooms
In between six strings and whiskey
I promise I will be home soon
I never thought that at 14
From Kirk home game and Primal Scream
That I’d meet your mother
And now I see that you and her were my big dream
Promise to save the moments you can
I promise they ain’t grown an inch over a weekend
Promise they won’t be holding your hand
When they’re too cool to be playing Spider-Man
But if you learn one thing from your old man
Know that you’re still young when you’re back in the tour van
Son, you’re never too old
To get back on the road
With your *** *** school band
On the day that you throw your spotty suit out the wardrobe
Daddy still be playing cowboy somewhere out on the road
I hope you know
I hope you know that you will always be my real hero
Promise to save the moments you can
I promise they ain’t grow an inch over a weekend
Promise they won’t be holding your hand
When they’re too cool to be playing Spider-Man
But if you learn one thing from your old man
No, you’re never quite as cool as when you’re cool in a country band
Son, you’re never too old
To get back on the road
With your *** *** school band