| I was only sixteen
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| Blowin' smoke, rollin' stone out a truck, an F-150
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| Georgia blue Richard hat, rockin' messed up, worn out blue jeans
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| When I was only sixteen
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| I always loved that small town scene
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| Red clay dirt and old pine trees
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| You live and learn and earn memories
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| I left some marks to remember me
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| Hell, the sheriffs even knew Kidd G
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| But not from Dirt Road or Teenage Dream
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| I was burnin' like a flame, bonfire
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| Made it last like some old barbed wire
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| I was only sixteen
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| Blowin' smoke, rollin' stone out a truck, an F-150
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| Georgia blue Richard hat, rockin' messed up, worn out blue jeans
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| When I was only sixteen
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| Even though the hands on the clock won’t ever stop tickin'
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| And that old truck probably needs a little bit of fixin'
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| Come to learn time is something that you just can’t buy
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| So take a seat onto the runway and watch it fly by
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| Hold onto everything you’ve got
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| Because in the end you’ll miss it when it’s gone, oh
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| I was only sixteen
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| Blowin' smoke, rollin' stone out a truck, an F-150
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| Georgia blue Richard hat, rockin' messed up, worn out blue jeans |
| When I was only sixteen
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| I was only sixteen
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| I was only sixteen, yeah |