| Mamma, she’s still got that picture
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| Of me and Katie on home coming night
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| She looked pretty in that fancy dress
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| But that girl was a barefoot, blue jean princess
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| A hand full of rocks and daddy’s pine ladder
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| Sure did come in handy
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| For a teenage boy thinking all that mattered
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| Was a kiss that taste like candy
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| Back in the day we were wild and free
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| She was my dashboard drummer
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| Butterflies in the backseat
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| Little footprints on my window
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| Parking my Chevy by the riverside
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| Four letters in a heart carved in a pine
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| A little sun dress laying up there on the bank
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| While the water washed our innocence away
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| Back in the day
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| Friday nights I’d look up there in the bleachers
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| And I can see her with my letter man’s jacket on And I still got this scar here on my right hand
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| From when Bobby told her she deserved a better man
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| Aw, she hung right with me down in Panama City
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| Raising hell on our senior trip
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| And man ain’t it funny it gets the best of me And I just can’t forget, I just can’t forget
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| Back in the day we were wild and free
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| She was the dashboard drummer
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| Butterflies in the backseat
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| Little footprints on my window
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| Parking my Chevy by the riverside
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| Four letters in a heart carved in a pine
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| A little sun dress laying up there on the bank
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| While the water washed our innocence away
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| Back in the day
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| Summer was over
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| My college was calling man I had to watch her leave
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| But I still wonder if she ever thinks of me
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| 'Cause back in the day we were wild and free
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| She was my dashboard drummer
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| Butterflies in the backseat
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| Little footprints on my window
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| Parking my Chevy by the riverside
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| Four letters in a heart carved in a pine
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| A little sun dress laying up there on the bank
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| While the water washed our innocence away
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| It feels like yesterday, back in the day
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| Back in the day |