Brent Best Aunt Ramona
On the road through Oklahoma
Daddy, Grandpa, my sweet aunt and me
In the back seat with Aunt Ramona
We played cards, summer of '63
In the back seat with Aunt Ramona
Windows down, we had no A/C
It was the year she had caught pneumonia
We were headed for her sister's, someone I'd never seen
The vagaries of a young boy's mind
Locusts buzz and click away the time
Wheels they whine and gravel grinds
Willows wave and sleep comes anytime
Summer burns away the blinds
Lays bare souvenirs of better times
In the back seat with Aunt Ramona
Pictures in her hand, two little girls in a yard
She gave me candy while Grandpa Jonah
He pointed out the window, pointed out the years of cars
Fences fast, horizon slow
Motels, snake farm signs, and Conocos
Wheels they whine and gravel grinds
Willows wave and sleep comes anytime
Summer burns away the blinds
Lays bare souvenirs of better times
In the back seat with Aunt Ramona
Pictures in her one hand, her other hand in mine
The smell of perfume and sweet ammonia
Daddy couldn't wake her, rolling cross the Texas line
Yeah with pictures in her hand, sleeping and smiling
Now none of us could wake her, Daddy said that was fine
Fences fast, horizon slow
Faded black and whites and sepia tones
Memories from a young girl's mind
Locusts buzz and click away the time
Wheels they whine and gravel grinds
Willows wave and sleep comes anytime
Summer burns away the blinds
Lays bare souvenirs of better times
Lays bare souvenirs of better times