There's a dive bar in Daytona With a couple names on a wall Right between "Go Gators" and an old phone number "For a good time, call" There's a corn field in Vidalia With some BFGoodrich tracks That old radio playin' "Copperhead Road" 'Til the sky turned black
That was us in a two-tone Chevy Can't help but smile when I'm lookin' back now Two kids tearin' up a little small town Thought we had it all figured out Runnin' wild like a Tennessee river Little reckless and a little hellbound We were tailgate talkin' 'bout forever Like our boots had never hit the ground And at the end of that trail of cans and a cloud of dust Baby, that was us
There's a worn-out track on a jukebox An old Keith Whitley song You spun me around that old dance floor All night long And a rope burn on an old oak tree Hangin' high over Miller Creek Lord, I was scared to death But boy, you could talk me into anything Yeah, you could
That was us in a two-tone Chevy Can't help but smile when I'm lookin' back now Two kids tearin' up a little small town Thought we had it all figured out Runnin' wild like a Tennessee river Little reckless and a little hellbound We were tailgate talkin' 'bout forever Like our boots had never hit the ground At the end of that trail of cans and a cloud of dust Baby, that was us Baby, that was us
That was us in a two-tone Chevy Can't help but smile when I'm lookin' back now (Mmm) Two kids tearin' up a little small town Thought we had it all figured out Runnin' wild like a Tennessee river Little reckless and a little hellbound We were tailgate talkin' 'bout forever Like our boots had never hit the ground At the end of that trail of cans and a cloud of dust (Yeah) We left our mark on everything we touched Baby, that was us (Baby, that was us, mmm) Baby, that was usTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
