I'm out in the backyard, scrubbing away
Cleaning in the memories of yesterday
My daughter's laughter echoes a sweet serenade
This slides memories
Take me away
All them good memories got to go somewhere
I'm finding them here, I'm finding them there
Every scrape and every scratch tells a story, too
Of me and my sweet girl making memories true
I remember the day we put it up high
She was just a little thing with a twinkle in her eye
Now she's growing up, and I'm getting old
But these memories we made, they never grow cold
All them good memories got to go somewhere
I'm finding them here, and the "soul" sings are there
Every scrape and every scratch tells a story or two
Of me and my sweet girl making memories true
I remember the day, we put it up high
She was just a little thing with a twinkle in her eye
Now she's growing up, and I'm getting old
But these memories we made, they never grow cold
All them good memories got to go somewhere
I'm finding them here, and the old sings are there
Every scrape and every scratch tells a story or two
Of me and my sweet girl making memories true
Me and my sweet girl making memories true
So I keep on cleaning, reminiscing, too
Cause in this old slide, our memories are still brand new
Whiskeys Ridge - Makin Memories True (Radio Edit) Lyrics
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I'm out in the backyard, scrubbing away
Cleaning in the memories of yesterday
My daughter's laughter echoes a sweet serenade
This slides memories
Take me away
All them good memories got to go somewhere
I'm finding them here, I'm finding them there
Every scrape and every scratch tells a story, too
Of me and my sweet girl making memories true
I remember the day we put it up high
She was just a little thing with a twinkle in her eye
Now she's growing up, and I'm getting old
But these memories we made, they never grow cold
All them good memories got to go somewhere
I'm finding them here, and the "soul" sings are there
Every scrape and every scratch tells a story or two
Of me and my sweet girl making memories true
I remember the day, we put it up high
She was just a little thing with a twinkle in her eye
Now she's growing up, and I'm getting old
But these memories we made, they never grow cold
All them good memories got to go somewhere
I'm finding them here, and the old sings are there
Every scrape and every scratch tells a story or two
Of me and my sweet girl making memories true
Me and my sweet girl making memories true
So I keep on cleaning, reminiscing, too
Cause in this old slide, our memories are still brand new
Cleaning in the memories of yesterday
My daughter's laughter echoes a sweet serenade
This slides memories
Take me away
All them good memories got to go somewhere
I'm finding them here, I'm finding them there
Every scrape and every scratch tells a story, too
Of me and my sweet girl making memories true
I remember the day we put it up high
She was just a little thing with a twinkle in her eye
Now she's growing up, and I'm getting old
But these memories we made, they never grow cold
All them good memories got to go somewhere
I'm finding them here, and the "soul" sings are there
Every scrape and every scratch tells a story or two
Of me and my sweet girl making memories true
I remember the day, we put it up high
She was just a little thing with a twinkle in her eye
Now she's growing up, and I'm getting old
But these memories we made, they never grow cold
All them good memories got to go somewhere
I'm finding them here, and the old sings are there
Every scrape and every scratch tells a story or two
Of me and my sweet girl making memories true
Me and my sweet girl making memories true
So I keep on cleaning, reminiscing, too
Cause in this old slide, our memories are still brand new
Writer: Robert Sweeney
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