| I had a fake ID that looked nothin' like me
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| But my Jeep looked sweet up on thirty-three's
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| I 'member chokin' on smokes down at the creek
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| And braggin' 'bout kissin' that homecomin' queen
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| Back in the day, we were small town stars
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| Snuck a little beer, cranked a lotta Garth
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| Down on the farm, out on the lake, livin' it up, we did it our way
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| Back in the day, we were draggin' the strip
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| Waitin' on green, pop the clutch, let it rip
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| Tryin' to get lucky with a honey on a Friday night after the game
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| Back in the day
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| Heads and tails on a fifty yard line
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| Puttin' buck shot holes on a county road sign
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| Yeah, I fell in love a couple times
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| A couple of them girls still cross my mind
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| Back in the day, we were small town stars
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| Snuck a little beer, cranked a lotta Garth
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| Down on the farm, out on the lake, livin' it up, we did it our way
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| Back in the day, we were draggin' the strip
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| Waitin' on green, pop the clutch, let it rip
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| Tryin' to get lucky with a honey on a Friday night after the game
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| Back in the day
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| Back in the day
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| There ain’t nothin' really changed, naw
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| We’re still doin' it up the same way
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| Just like we did, yeah, back in the day
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| 'Cause back in the day, we were small town stars
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| Snuck a little beer, cranked a lotta Garth
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| Down on the farm, out on the lake, livin' it up, we did it our way
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| Back in the day, we were draggin' the strip
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| Waitin' on green, pop the clutch, let it rip
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| Tryin' to get lucky with a honey on a Friday night after the game
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| Back in the day
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| Oh oh woah
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| Not a care, don’t worry 'bout a thing
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| Oh oh woah
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| As long as we had gas in the tank
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| Oh oh woah
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| That’s how we did it, back in the day
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| Oh oh woah |