Don't look back
People say it's bad luck
But i look back anyway
I want to see the fields of hay
The big red barn
The animals that mean you no harm
The horses munching on grass
Then you got to town looked at the football field and yearned for a season pass
The town square where you met up with friends
Went to their house and you never wanted the fun to end
Then the school where you see the hallways you've walked
The times you've laughed
And when you cried
Like Remembering when you graduated
The fair where you watched someone barrel race
The rodeos on Friday and then Saturday races
Sunday brings church praises
Oh I love those memories
As much as one would love traveling the 7 seas
They say not to look back
But I always look back
Maybe that's why I have such bad luck
