| It was Labor Day weekend I was seventeen
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| I bought a Coke and some gasoline
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| And I drove out to the county fair
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| When I saw her for the first time
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| She was standing there in the ticket line
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| And it all started right then and there
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| Oh, a sailor’s sky made a perfect sunset
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| And that’s the day I’ll never forget
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| I had a barbeque stain on my white tee shirt
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| She was killing me in that miniskirt
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| Skipping rocks on the river by the railroad tracks
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| She had a suntan line and red lipstick
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| I worked so hard for that first kiss
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| And a heart don’t forget something like that
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| Well it was five years later on a southbound plane
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| I was headed down to New Orleans
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| To meet some friends of mine for Mardi Gras
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| When I heard a voice from the past
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| Coming from a few rows back
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| And when I looked, I couldn’t believe just what I saw
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| She said I bet you don’t remember me
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| And I said only every other memory
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| I had a barbeque stain on my white tee shirt
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| She was killing me in that miniskirt
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| Skipping rocks on the river by the railroad tracks
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| You had a suntan line and red lipstick
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| I worked so hard for that first kiss
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| And a heart don’t forget something like that
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| Like an old photograph
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| Time can make a feeling fade
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| But the memory of a first love
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| Never fades away
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| I had a barbecue stain on my white tee shirt
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| She was killing me in that miniskirt
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| Skipping rocks on the river by the railroad tracks
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| She had a sun tan line and red lipstick
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| I worked so hard for that first kiss
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| A heart don’t forget, no a heart don’t forget
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| I said a heart don’t forget something like that
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| Oh, not something like that |