| 歌曲 | The Way I Remember It |
| 歌手 | Trent Willmon |
| 专辑 | Broken In |
| 作曲 : Clawson | |
| Indian Summer, both of us laughin | |
| Hackberry trees and fireflies flashin | |
| So many holes in the soles of our shoes | |
| You don | |
| t choose life, life chooses you | |
| Floatin | |
| on a raft we built from scrapwood | |
| Mosquito bit scratchin | |
| felt so good | |
| And I | |
| d never seen eyes your color of blue | |
| You don | |
| t choose love, love chooses you | |
| CHORUS: | |
| From here lookin | |
| back, twenty years gone by | |
| Life slipped by life a gulf shore high tide | |
| And now love | |
| s more like a thorn in my side | |
| Than the wonderland it used to be | |
| I guess that | |
| s why these memories shine like | |
| Sixteenth birthday cake candlelights | |
| And I know it wasn | |
| t that perfect | |
| But that | |
| s the way I like to remember it | |
| Big green John Deere forty-eight-forty | |
| Turnin | |
| dirt for most of the morning | |
| Radio givin | |
| severe weather warnings | |
| You don | |
| t choose fate, fate chooses you | |
| I got to your house as the black skies opened | |
| We were all alone, thunder was rollin | |
| As west texas flatland turned into ocean | |
| That was the end of our innocence moment | |
| CHORUS | |
| BRIDGE: | |
| And I | |
| ve learned most of the sad times, the break downs | |
| The broken parts fade away | |
| I keep all of the highlights close to my heart | |
| And I need them everyday | |
| CHORUS | |
| Yeah that | |
| s the way I like to remember it |
| zuò qǔ : Clawson | |
| Indian Summer, both of us laughin | |
| Hackberry trees and fireflies flashin | |
| So many holes in the soles of our shoes | |
| You don | |
| t choose life, life chooses you | |
| Floatin | |
| on a raft we built from scrapwood | |
| Mosquito bit scratchin | |
| felt so good | |
| And I | |
| d never seen eyes your color of blue | |
| You don | |
| t choose love, love chooses you | |
| CHORUS: | |
| From here lookin | |
| back, twenty years gone by | |
| Life slipped by life a gulf shore high tide | |
| And now love | |
| s more like a thorn in my side | |
| Than the wonderland it used to be | |
| I guess that | |
| s why these memories shine like | |
| Sixteenth birthday cake candlelights | |
| And I know it wasn | |
| t that perfect | |
| But that | |
| s the way I like to remember it | |
| Big green John Deere fortyeightforty | |
| Turnin | |
| dirt for most of the morning | |
| Radio givin | |
| severe weather warnings | |
| You don | |
| t choose fate, fate chooses you | |
| I got to your house as the black skies opened | |
| We were all alone, thunder was rollin | |
| As west texas flatland turned into ocean | |
| That was the end of our innocence moment | |
| CHORUS | |
| BRIDGE: | |
| And I | |
| ve learned most of the sad times, the break downs | |
| The broken parts fade away | |
| I keep all of the highlights close to my heart | |
| And I need them everyday | |
| CHORUS | |
| Yeah that | |
| s the way I like to remember it |