Good Years

Old .410 and a dog on a rabbit

Daddy missed a shot, yelled, "Oh, dagnabbit"

Got my first one, let Bo go grab it

Man, what a time to live

'84 Ford, got it 400 cash

Daddy bought the thing just to haul off the trash

That was my job, that and cutting grass

Man, I had it simple back then

Life was easy and slow

Like that hometown radio

And what hurts the most didn't hurt so bad

Till I learned about a broken heart

Every mile, a memory

But we made a few sitting in park

I swear to God, this Chevy is a time machine

'Cause every time I drop it in gear

Another throwback song that I grew up on comes on

And I'm rollin' on the good years

Brush pile burning and some lukewarm Nattys

Johnny rolled up and rolled up a fatty

She stole a fifth of her grandpa's Pappy

Had me fallin' in love with her

What hurts the most didn't hurt so bad

Till I learned about a broken heart

Every mile, a memory

Yeah, we made a few sitting in park

I swear to God, this Chevy is a time machine

'Cause every time I drop it in gear

Another throwback song that I grew up on comes on

And I'm rollin' on the good years

Rollin' on the good years

Life was easy and slow

Like that FM radio

And what hurts the most didn't hurt so bad

Till I learned about a broken heart

Every mile, a memory

But we made a few sitting in park

I swear to God, this Chevy is a time machine

'Cause every time I drop it in gear

Another throwback song that I grew up on comes on

Yeah, another throwback song that I grew up on comes on

And I'm rollin' on the good years

Rollin' on the good years