Class of 89

Must have been something in the water that year

The songs and the sounds and the stories caught my ear

Found out I had friends in low places

Singing to me through the radio

Made me laugh, made me cry, made me wanna live life

In the glow of the neon rainbow

It was,

A tall Georgia Pine singing Chattahoochee

A black hat dreamy cowboy got to me

A long haired hippie was nothing but T-R-O-U-B-L-E

If it wasn’t for The Dance mighta never gone country

Every song I heard I thought Man I feel lucky

Yeah they mighta been before my time

But I grew up with the class of ‘89

Like a yearbook, they frame so many memories

Like my first kiss, first car, first real concert, they were right there with me

And my high school friends didn’t get my style

They thought I was just killin’ time

With,

A tall Georgia Pine singing Chattahoochee

A black hat dreamy cowboy got to me

A long haired hippie was nothing but T-R-O-U-B-L-E

If it wasn’t for The Dance mighta never gone country

Every song I heard I thought Man I feel lucky

Yeah they mighta been before my time

But I grew up with the class of ‘89

I don’t know who they changed more

Country music or this small town girl

A tall Georgia Pine singing Chattahoochee

A black hat dreamy cowboy got to me

A long haired hippie was nothing but T-R-O-U-B-L-E

If it wasn’t for The Dance mighta never gone country

Every song I heard I thought Man I feel lucky

Yeah they mighta been before my time

But I grew up with the class of ‘89

Oh whoa, oh whoa the class of \'89

Oh whoa, oh whoa class of \'89