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Burning up the road down 275 Meeting my buddies at the other side Gonna pull an all nighter with the tailgates down That buck shot in the stop sign Just north of Cloverdale road Where I learned to shoot out the window of a short box Chevy with my crew Back where we played critter critter And sang them old Waylon songs Just kids being kids and having a ball We were terrors of the town Running roads nobody knew All the roads where I learned to drive All the roads I drank to forget about you Where we lived loved and cried And ran off to get high At the dead end of 275 We were young and wild and we knew it all I knew that summer I'd get the call Said she was lonely and needed a break Pulled up and she ran out the door Wanted something she never had before She climbed on up and we hit that road We were terrors of the town Running roads nobody knew All the roads where I learned to drive All the roads I drank to forget about you Where we lived loved and cried And ran off to get high At the dead end of 275 Got a call that was hard to take They said it was my friend He'd taken that curve too fast And it was too sharp to make So I threw my phone and asked God why He was too young with too much life I left so much behind here Where we were Terrors of the town Running roads nobody knew All the roads where I learned to drive All the roads I drank to forget about you Where we lived loved and cried And ran off to get high At the dead end of 275 Highway 275