| Twenty dollars out of mama’s purse bought us a tank of gas
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| And some Redman tobacco when we was just teenage kids
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| Yeah me and my old buddy Leroy we’d go driving around
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| If there was trouble to be found man we dang sure did
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| Cuttin’doughnuts in the fields till Old Man Smith would call the cops
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| He’d come running out with a shotgun cause we was running down his crops
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| And I reckon he’s still wondering who that was that was us Some of these local boys moved on but we never changed a bit
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| I don’t guess we had enough sense least that’s what some folks said
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| Yeah we finally turned old enough to buy our own beer
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| Don’t remember much about that year lucky we ain’t dead
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| Cause somebody said they saw some boys with a truck looked just like mine
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| Tryin’to pull down that old water tank sits out on the county line
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| And people wonder why it leans the way it does that was us Seems like small towns never change but things get tough when times get hard
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| And they said when he got sick that Old Man Smith would’ve lost that farm
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| He was gettin’way behind on all his bills
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| Till someone came and brought his crops in from the fields
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| Yeah folks round here still don’t know who that was that was us Cuttin’doughnuts on the fields till Old Man Smith would call the cops
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| He’d come runnin’out with a shotgun cause we was runnin’down his crops
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| Somebody said they saw some boys with a truck looked just like mine
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| Tryin’to pull down that old water tank sits out on the county line
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| That was us yeah that was us |