Wore cutoff blue jeans
And not a drop of sunscreen
We drove trucks at 15
Bald tires making hayfield ruts
A Chevy key in your right hand
Punch a hole in a beer can
Acting tough chewing red man
And you'd get your butt tore up
If mama ever heard you cuss
Yeah, that's just the way it was
Way back where I grew up
Bare feet on a county road
Stealing kisses on a turn row
It's been a minute, yeah, it's been a while
But I'd drive a million two-lane miles
To a town that's smaller
And gas was a dollar
When the days got hotter
You'd take a sip of that hose water
First smoke in a parking lot
Second base was far as you got
Filling signs full of buckshot
At least the one you didn't run through
When there wasn't nothing else to do
Yeah, that's just the way it was
Way back where I grew up
Bare feet on a county road
Stealing kisses on a turn row
It's been a minute, yeah, it's been a while
But I'd drive a million two-lane miles
To a town that's smaller
And gas was a dollar
When the days got hotter
You'd take a sip of that hose water
Days were slower
World was younger
Time was simpler
Momma yelled supper
Problems were fewer
Lived for the summer
Wish I'd known I'd never get another
Yeah, that's just the way it was
Way back where I grew up
Bare feet on a county road
Stealing kisses on a turn row
It's been a minute, yeah, it's been a while
But I'd drive a million two-lane miles
To a town that's smaller
And gas was a dollar
When the days got hotter
You'd take a sip of that hose water
You'd take a sip of that hose water
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