Like a set of black marks tattooed on a highway
Like some cheap light beer or that Georgia clear that got us a little sideways
Like a first love’s tears and taillights, so long seventeen
Hand-me-down Ford for-sale sign along with her shotgun seat

Gone but not forgotten
All those memories, we got ’em
Small towns change and glory fades like all our yesterdays
Gone but not forgotten
Gone but not forgotten

There’s a little white cross on the side of the highway
In mеmories of the ones wе love and lost that got to fly away
Reminders of the good-die-youngs all over this old town

Like all of the tears and beers we poured out on this hallowed ground

Gone but not forgotten
All those memories, we got ’em
Small towns change and glory fades like all our yesterdays
Gone but not forgotten

Here’s to all the some-gave-alls, the ones that done come home
The ones that do, those twenty-two that died fighting the same damn war

Gone but not forgotten
All those memories, we got ’em
Gone but not forgotten
All those memories, we got ’em
Small towns change and glory fades like all our yesterdays
Gone but not forgotten
Gone but not forgotten

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