still the same old neighborhood like many years ago houses sit in white picket frames like rockwells in a row i ve always been a rebel son but daddy didn t mind he wanted me to chase my dreams the way he did one time now he s on the front porch as i get out of my car and as my father s eyes meet mine there s one wish in my heart i m wishin my daddy was forty again he would be young and i would be ten we would go fishin throw an old ball around wash his truck go into town we can never go back to the way it was then just for today i wish he was forty again now we ll sit and talk for hour of life out on the road what i ve seen and where i ve been and journeys left to go mama looks at both of us you re like two kids i swear then the stories turn to laughter before the leaving turns to tears i m wishing my daddy was forty again he would be young and i would be ten we would go fishin throw an old ball around wash his old truck go into town we could never go back to the way it was then just for today i wish he was forty again oh and just for today i wish he was forty again