| There’s a dive bar in Daytona
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| With a couple names on a wall
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| Right between «Go Gators» and an old phone number
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| «For a good time, call»
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| There’s a corn field in Vidalia
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| With some BFGoodrich tracks
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| That old radio playin' «Copperhead Road»
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| 'Til the sky turned black
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| That was us in a two-tone Chevy
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| Can’t help but smile when I’m lookin' back now
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| Two kids tearin' up a little small town
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| Thought we had it all figured out
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| Runnin' wild like a Tennessee river
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| Little reckless and a little hellbound
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| We were tailgate talkin' 'bout forever
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| Like our boots had never hit the ground
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| And at the end of that trail of cans and a cloud of dust
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| Baby, that was us
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| There’s a worn-out track on a jukebox
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| An old Keith Whitley song
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| You spun me around that old dance floor
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| All night long
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| And a rope burn on an old oak tree
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| Hangin' high over Miller Creek
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| Lord, I was scared to death
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| But boy, you could talk me into anything
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| Yeah, you could
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| That was us in a two-tone Chevy
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| Can’t help but smile when I’m lookin' back now
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| Two kids tearin' up a little small town
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| Thought we had it all figured out
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| Runnin' wild like a Tennessee river
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| Little reckless and a little hellbound
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| We were tailgate talkin' 'bout forever
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| Like our boots had never hit the ground
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| At the end of that trail of cans and a cloud of dust
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| Baby, that was us
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| Baby, that was us
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| That was us in a two-tone Chevy
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| Can’t help but smile when I’m lookin' back now (Mmm)
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| Two kids tearin' up a little small town
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| Thought we had it all figured out
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| Runnin' wild like a Tennessee river
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| Little reckless and a little hellbound
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| We were tailgate talkin' 'bout forever
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| Like our boots had never hit the ground
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| At the end of that trail of cans and a cloud of dust (Yeah)
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| We left our mark on everything we touched
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| Baby, that was us (Baby, that was us, mmm)
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| Baby, that was us |