| Just a freckle face kid pullin' that red wagon
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| Full of dirt and boards to build my makeshift cabin
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| My best friend was a dog that I named bandit
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| And he followed me everywhere (that's right)
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| As I got older and time passed
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| I made a few new friends and we’d all skip class
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| Now we didn’t care much for school (that's right)
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| But all the girls thought we were cool (oh yeah)
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| Well it was torn t-shirts and baseball caps
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| Nothin' to do but watch time pass
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| Just rowdy boys with nowhere else to be (that's right)
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| And it was old blue jeans and cans of Skoal
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| Racin' down them black top roads
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| To make our mark on hometown history
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| Those days are what made me
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| Those days are what made me
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| Hold up, come on
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| Just a teen with some gasoline
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| And a radio up blastin' AC/DC
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| While circling the town square without a care
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| We were livin' on nothin' but wish and a prayer
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| Yeah I shotgunned a beer for the very first time
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| Then I passed out before we checked the first trot line
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| While we were shooting stop signs (stop signs)
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| We were gettin' drunk on pop’s moonshine
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| Come on
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| Well it was boots and trucks and baseball caps
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| Warm beer on that overpass
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| Just rowdy boys with nowhere else to be (that's right)
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| And it was old blue jeans and cans of Skoal
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| Racin' down them black top roads
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| To make our mark on hometown history
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| Those days are what made me
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| Those days are what made me
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| You can’t go home that’s what the old folks say
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| But my memories of that place
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| Remind me why those were the good ol' days
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| Well it was torn t-shirts and baseball caps
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| Nothin' to do but watch time pass
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| Just rowdy boys with nowhere else to be
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| And it was old blue jeans and cans of Skoal
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| Racin' down them black top roads
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| To make our mark on hometown history
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| Those days are what made me (woo)
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| Those days are what made me (that's right let’s go) |