we loaded up my old station wagon
with a tent a coleman and sleeping bags
some fishing poles a cooler of cokes
three days before we had to be back
when you’re seven you’re in seventh heaven
when you’re going camping in the wild outdoors
as we turned up on that old dirt road
he looked at me and swore
dad this could be the best day of my life
i’ve been dreaming day and night about the fun we’ve had
just me and you doing what i’ve always wanted to
i’m the luckiest boy alive
this is the best day of my life
his fifteenth birthday rolled around
classic cars were his thing
when i pulled in the drive with that old ‘vette
i thought that boy would go in sane
when you’re in your teens
your dreams revolve around four spinning wheels
you worked nights on end
’till it was new again
and as he sat behind the wheel
he said dad
this could be the best day of my life
i’ve been dreaming day and night
about the fun we’ve had
just me and you
doing what i’ve always wanted to
i’m the luckiest boy alive
this is the best day of my life
standing in a little room
back of the church with our tuxes on
looking at him i say i can’t believe son that you’re grown
he said dad
this could be the best day of my life
i’ve been dreaming day and night
of being like you
now its me and her
watching you and mom i’ve learned
i’m the luckiest man alive
this is the best day of my life
i’m the luckiest man alive
this is the best day of my life
Artist: George Strait
Year: 2000
Decade: 00s
Language: en
Word Count: 143