Blame It On Being Young

We used to TP all the girls we had crushes on Used a fake ID to buy what we were sippin' on After every Friday football game Thought we were cool when we stole my sister's cigarettes Jumped off a roof to a swimming pool, no regrets Man, those were the good old days 'Cause we all thought we ran this town In a Walmart parking lot, circlin' 'round Tim McGraw blasted on the stereo, whoa-oh And we do what we wanna do And we go where we wanna go And we drove as fast as we fell in love, whoa-oh Blame it on being young A couple good kids getting up to no good Tipped over every single trash can in the neighborhood That wasn't the first time or the last time The cops brought me home, no, no We're stealing street signs Sneaking out, making out on the basement couch Yeah, when I look back now, yeah, it's funny how We all thought we ran this town In a Walmart parking lot, circlin' 'round Tim McGraw blasted on the stereo, whoa-oh And we do what we wanna do And we go where we wanna go And we drove as fast as we fell in love, whoa-oh Blame it on being young Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh I know we all miss the good old days now In that Walmart parking lot, circlin' 'round Tim McGraw blasted on the stereo, whoa-oh And we do what we wanna do And we go where we wanna go And we drove as fast as we fell in love, whoa-oh Blame it on being young Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh Whoa-oh Whoa-oh, blame it on being young