Do you remember riding the backroads at 76?

We'd sneak home late, you could still smell the Jack on my lips

Couple of young, dumb, broke-ass east end kids

And if you make it to the river, it's where I live

Some people call us crazy for just living free

But they don't understand the meaning of loyalty

Us country boys and girls, we're easy to please

All we need is a creek and a bottle of Beam

Another Friday night at the pub

Shooting pool and hiding our drunk

We'd lose our voice from every song we sung

I can still recall everything we were running from

Another Friday night at the pub

Shooting pool and hiding our drunk

We'd lose our voice from every song we sung

I can still recall everything we were running from