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
17 years old running on dumb luck
Spent the whole damn summer living in that truck
Them old tires still covered in all that mud
I get sticks with me in my blood When
life was nothing more than living for
the night
Just trying to steal a kiss on the tailgate
of that ride
Good old days don't wash away
Just like that Georgia clay
Only one of my friends with a fake ID
Yet named me the hometown celebrity
I used to put her in park in a vacant lot
Man,
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 the 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 the tailgate
Just like that Georgia clay
All over everything
Every last memory
It's all coming back to me