Back Then

We were just seventeen Having the time of our life We knew what we wanted to be But never had a clue about life Living fast Didn't wann slow down Spitting tobacco in our empty bud lights Round up the girls Phone all the boys We were sure to have a damn good time Down by the bonfire Or the down south country backroads No matter, we were raising some hell In the sticks, a place that we can call home Staying out past the street lights Cooler full of cold ones in the back of truck We Didn't have a care in the world We were just loving it up It was those brown eyes Under the midnight sky's I knew I had to try my luck Down by the bonfire Or the down south country backroads No matter, we were raising some hell In the sticks, a place that we can call home Down by the bonfire Or the down south country backroads No matter, we were raising some hell In the sticks, a place that we can call home