Twenty dollars out of mama's purse Bought us a tank of gas And some Redman Tobacco When we were just teenage kids.
Me and my old buddy Leroy We'd go drivin' around If there was trouble to be found Oh, man we dang sure did.
Cuttin' donuts in the fields So old man Smith would call the cops He'd come runnin' out with his shotgun 'Cause we were runnin' down his crops
And I reckon he's still wonderin' Who that was, but that was us.
Now some of these local boys moved on But we never changed a bit Never had a lick of sense Least that's what some folks said.
Then finally we turned old enough To buy our own beer Don't remember much about that year Juct lucky we ain't dead.
Somebody said they saw some boys With a truck looked just like mine Tryin' to pull down that old water tank That sits out on the county line.
And people wonder why it leans The way it does, that was us.
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Seems like small towns never change But things get tough when times get hard They said when he got sick Old man Smith would a lost that farm.
'Cause he was gettin' way behind On all his bills But somebody brought his crops in From the field.
Yeah, and folks around here Still wonder who that was.
That was us. That was us. That was us. That was us. That was us... Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
