| Daddy rolling through a four-way
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| Momma singing to a hymnal
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| Wood paneled family car my nose up against the window
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| Flashing cold beer sign, people all around
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| Mom said don’t pay them no mind, that ain’t our kind of crowd
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| Needing saving, late night chasing (longneck drinking)
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| Wrong side of the tracks
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| Lost inhibitions, strangers kissing, smoking out the back
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| Back seat loving, fighting, cussing, music way too loud
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| Bunch of heart breaking, money wasting
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| Hell raising, crazy people
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| I found an old shoebox, I wasn’t supposed to find
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| Had written in a sharpie, Daytona 79
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| Saw momma in a two-piece hanging on a lifeguard stand
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| Daddy had a beer in his right and something lit in his left hand
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| They never talk about, the way they were way back then
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| But damn I should have known, that they were some of them
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| Needing saving, late night chasing (longneck drinking)
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| Wrong side of the tracks
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| Lost inhibitions, strangers kissing, smoking out the back
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| Back seat loving, fighting, cussing, music way too loud
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| Bunch of heart breaking, money wasting
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| Hell raising, crazy people
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| We’ve all been there before
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| Felt that good time kicking in
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| Before this night is over
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| We all might be some of them
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| Needing saving, late night chasing (longneck drinking)
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| Wrong side of the tracks
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| Lost inhibitions, strangers kissing, smoking out the back
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| Back seat loving, fighting, cussing, music way too loud
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| Bunch of heart breaking, money wasting
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| Hell raising, crazy people
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| Crazy people
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| A bunch of crazy people |