Come walk with me through the trails of my childhood. Ride to church with me on a brisk, Sunday morning. We'll head up winding, Big Creek Road, enjoy the flower-strewn meadows and gentle hills, with Stover Mountain standing watch over them.
I'll ask, "How ya'll," and tell you to, "be coming."
Come walk with me through the trails of my childhood. Ride to church with me on a brisk, Sunday morning. We'll head up winding, Big Creek Road, en...
