Lyrics:
Brantley Gilbert

Mamma, she's still got that picture Of me and Katie on home coming night She looked pretty in that fancy dress But that girl was a barefoot, blue jean

Saturday night my first high school dance Showin' up late in my sundays best Seen you before ahh but not in that dress The dj's last song and I lost the

I had a buddy come down 'round last July Caught me when he crossed the Mason Dixon line Said he was headed down south and lookin' for a real good time

Grew up one state north of Kentucky Family far from rollin' in the money. Seven brothers and sisters to feed and love. Granddaddy said she kept her eyes

There's a live oak tree You can still see off old 129 You can see the scars, its missing bark Where it stopped my truck that night They say I took a

This city's looking like a ghost town All the stores downtown they've been closing down Yeah, the only lights that shine for miles Are lighting up the

You aint nothin like your memory At least it hangs around And that old photograph you gave me Girl I can't bare to lay it down And when this bottles empty

Amy's got the letters I wrote My picture in a frame She's had a year to let go She's still wearing my ring It hasn't left her finger Since the night

I found a box of memories, read a letter, dropped a tear where you signed your name, and turning the page, smearing the ink into "Love Always." Girl