| We live for bright light Friday nights
|
| Front row bleacher packed in tight
|
| Stood there, shirts off in the cold
|
| Painted all faces blue and gold
|
| Yeah win or lose, either way
|
| We pile in Will’s old Chevrolet
|
| Heading downtown to set up shop
|
| In that drive through cookout parking lot
|
| Ooh
|
| Yeah Red had a beard and a fake id
|
| He’d buy the beer at the old BP
|
| Kyle’s folks were gone till Sunday night
|
| Sing country roots till morning light
|
| Yeah, yeah
|
| And I go back in time
|
| To those October nights
|
| And when I hear that song
|
| It don’t feel too long
|
| Since things changed and life moved on
|
| But no matter where in this world we roam
|
| We’re still them boys from back home
|
| Week after graduation day
|
| Old Bird packed up and drove away
|
| Collin bought a diamond ring
|
| I went to Nashville to chase a dream
|
| Next time I roll through Carolina
|
| I’ma call 'em up to see if we can find
|
| A stop sign to shoot
|
| A train track to jump
|
| Put on Dixieland Delight
|
| And turn it way up
|
| Yeah I go back in time
|
| To those October nights
|
| And when I hear that song
|
| It don’t feel too long
|
| Since things changed and life moved on
|
| But no matter where in this world we roam
|
| We’re still them boys from back home, yeah
|
| Yeah I go back in time
|
| To those October nights
|
| And I go back in time
|
| To those October nights
|
| And when I hear that song
|
| It don’t feel, it don’t feel too long
|
| Since things changed and life moved on
|
| And no matter where in this world we roam
|
| We’re still them boys from back home
|
| Them boys from back home
|
| Yeah, woo! |