| Ain’t it funny how some things take you back
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| And the here and now just fades to black
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| When I pulled that blue tarp off that time machine
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| Man, it hits me
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| Seventeen years old runnin' on dumb luck
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| Spent the whole darn summer livin' in that truck
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| Them old tires still covered in all that mud
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| Like it sticks with me in my blood
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| When life was nothing more than living for the night
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| Just try’na steal a kiss on the tailgate of that ride
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| Good ole days don’t wash away, just like that Georgia clay
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| Only one of my friends with a fake ID
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| It made me the hometown celebrity
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| Used to put her in park in a vacant lot
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| Yeah still cant believe we never got caught
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| When life was nothing more than living for the night
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| Just try’na steal a kiss on the tailgate of that ride
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| Good ole days don’t wash away, just like that Georgia clay
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| All over everything
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| Every last memory
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| Man it’s all comin' back to me
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| Ain’t it funny how some things take you back
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| When life was nothing mre than living for the night
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| Just try’na steal a kiss on the tailgate of that night
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| Good ole days don’t wash away, that’s some things they just don’t change
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| Just like that Georgia clay
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| All over everything
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| Every last memory
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| It’s all comin' back to me |