We'll write a story
Paint it on the town
Tell every newspaper
For miles around
About my old life
'Bout the good times
And the tale of how we came to be
Now there's a fox in the driveway
Some deer in the yard
Cold beer in the cooler
Great view of the stars
And we stayed right there
'Till the days first light
And we'll write a story
Paint it on the town
Tell every newspaper
From Kooch' county on down
'Bout my new life
'Bout my new wife
And the tale of how she was taken from me
Now there's a car in the driveway
A dog in the yard
Trees in the wind and two little kids
Little son, little daughter
Little dock in the water
Where we'll catch a fish or two
But I wouldn't read this story
The ending's just too sad
Workin' down in Williston
Just tryin' to make some cash
Kids are out of high school
Started on their paths
And I lost my wife to cancer
The bank took all I had
I'm sure the wood is rotted
On our old porch swing
The lake is frozen over
And the yard is left unkept
I see the kids on holidays
I help them pay their rent
While crumpled pictures of my lovely wife
Still bring me to tears
And we'll write a story
With memories carved in years
Many highs
And many lows
Still holding on to all those precious years
Still holding on to foxes and to deer