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Artiste:
Riley Green
Titre:
That Was Us
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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 nеver hit the ground And at the еnd 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 us