Kevin Weaver (Bowling For Soup)

Dear mom, Did you get the disk I sent? The one with all the songs we used to sing in the car? Waylon, ' Eagles, Kenny Rogers and Donna Summer I hope it brings back the memories Of good times we had together Driving in the car to New Mexico The Longest ride ever to Pennsylvania 'all the way with the windows down. And I hope you're proud I hope you see some good In all the fucked up things I did All the things you never understood. I hope I made you proud, And disappointments of the past Are things we left back there forever And we can move on together While you live the rest of your days And watch your grandkids play And say, 'I'm proud of you!' Dear dad, You managed to turn your life around Five separate times that you were born. But that's not me just yet Only twice so far, but I'm working on a third. And I'm only half your age And long props working against me I've got five hundred more tattoos than you I've broken 30 hundred more hearts than you And as for the bottle, I say, 'call that a drug!' But I hope you're proud, you're proud! I hope you see some good And all the fucked up things I did All the things you never understood I hope I made you proud And the disappointments of the past The things we left back there forever And we can move on together While you live the rest of your days Watch your grandkids play and say, 'I'm proud of you!' I almost lost my brother, in a car crash late last summer Don't know what I would have done without you Never would have made it half this far without you ' you touch your little brother well! But I hope you're proud, you're proud! I hope you see some good And all the fucked up things I did All the things you never understood I'm so fucking proud And the disappointments of the past The things we left back there forever And we can move on together While you live the rest of your days And we watch your grandkids play Say, 'I'm proud of you!'