He would meet her in the front yard,
Sittin' on Smokey's old Chevy,
Waitin' patient 'neath the old oak tree,
His eyes already heavy from something he'd been smokin'
And his breeches fallin' almost to his knees.
I'd see them walkin' together,
Arms wrapped around each other.
Her laughing at everything he said,
And I couldn't keep from grinnin' when I'd hear myself sayin',
Looky yonder, there goes Doolittle and Big Red.
The times change and we all know,
Smokey sold the Chevy,
And there's houses where there never should've been,
And sometimes I go drivin' past the old place and I remember,
Looky yonder, there goes Dolittle and Big Red.