| I got my mail today, this economy sucks
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| A buncha bills I can’t pay, I guess they’re sh*t outta luck
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| But there was one from an old friend, brought back memories
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| A black and white from way back when
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| Was hard to believe that was us
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| That was us ridin' dirt roads
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| Shootin' buckshot at signs
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| Drinkin' beer we just stole
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| Passin' jugs full of shine
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| Even them girls were one of them boys
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| Singin' old country gold
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| 'Til we all lost our voice
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| That was us
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| Every once in a while we’ll catch a game or a race
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| But catchin' up on old times turns into hell that we raised
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| We’ll start re-tellin' stories and lies we’ve rehearsed
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| About the girls we made out with and how badass we were
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| That was us, that was us
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| That was us down in Panama cruisin' the strip
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| In the bed of my truck tossin' beads and talkin' sh*t
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| Shotgunnin' beer, playin' pong and flip cup
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| We never lost senior year, we tore them son b*tches up
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| That was us
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| That was us
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| And we’ll always remember those of us that we miss
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| We’ll always be brothers and we’ll never forget
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| But that was us that we carried, with tears in our eyes
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| When the rest of us are buried, we’re throwin' down in the sky
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| So raise a glass to the memories that won’t ever die
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| Here’s to friends, here’s to family and one hell of a time
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| Yeah, here’s to us
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| Here’s to us
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| Yeah here’s to us
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| Yeah here’s to us |