Ain’t it funny how some things take you back? And the here and now just fades to black When I pull that blue tarp off of that time machine Man, it hits me
Seventeen years old running on dumb luck Spent the whole damn summer Living in that truck Them old tires still covered in that mud Like it sticks with me, in my blood
When life was nothing more than living for the night Just trying to steal a kiss on a tailgate of that ride Good old days don’t wash away Just like that Georgia Clay
Only one of my friends with a Fake I.D. It made the hometown celebrity Used to put her in park in a vacant lot And I still can’t believe we never got caught
When life was nothing more than living for the night Just trying to steal a kiss on a tailgate of that ride Good old days don’t wash away Just like that Georgia clay
All over everything, every last memory Man it’s all coming back to me...
Ain’t it funny how some things take you back?
When life was nothing more than living for the night Just trying to steal a kiss on a tailgate of that ride Good old days don’t wash away Man, some things they just don’t change Just like that Georgia clay
All over everything, every last memory, It’s all coming back to meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
