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Five young guns, four old Fords between us |
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Never more than a couple of 'em run at a time |
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Bold and bored, standin' and gasolinin' |
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Makin' sparks with anything we could find |
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We love that town but we were seventeeners |
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Ridin' around giving it the finger |
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[Chorus:] |
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Those days we made it last all night |
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Those girls we thought were just all right |
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Those kids that town misunderstood |
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They were great before we knew they were good |
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Sweatin' in the sun 'cuz havin' fun takes money |
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Paid for our crazy cuttin' grass |
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Waitin' on the front porch |
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For little miss milk and honey |
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Smellin' like Marlboros and lawnmower gas |
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We parked that Galaxy out there where the milo grew |
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Two beginners tryin' to show each other what they knew |
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[Repeat Chorus] |
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Caged birds singing, waitin' on their wings and learnin' to fly |
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One day they're on the ground and then you turn around |
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They're all in the sky |
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[Repeat Chorus] |
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Before we knew they were good |
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They were great |
