Seventeen, we owned those streets
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Parking lot, that was our spot
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That¡¯s where we¡¯d always meet
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And we¡¯d roll on out in a pickup truck parade
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Stake our claim with a fire in a field in the middle of Nowhere, USA
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We¡¯d light the midnight up
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[Chorus:]
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We'd drive too fast
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We'd get too loud
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We thought we made the world go ¡®round
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Nothin¡¯ but a bunch of time to kill
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Set up on the big hill
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Make a toast, drink it down
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Say, yeah man, we run this town
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All the girls next door
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They¡¯d meet us out there
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They couldn¡¯t wait to get away
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And come and let down their hair
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We were rough around the edges
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They were sweet as they could be
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They were way too good
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But they still let us steal a little kiss before they¡¯d leave
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Guess they thought we were cool because
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We'd drive too fast
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We'd get too loud
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Yeah, we thought we made the world go ¡®round
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Drop it down in four-wheel
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Set up on a big hill
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And make a toast, drink it down
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Say, yeah man, we run this town
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From crazy kids to dirt road kings
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Oh, we didn¡¯t know nothin'
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But we knew everything
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[Repeat Chorus]
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High five and look around
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Damn right, we run this town
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Man, I love this town
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Come on
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We Run This Town
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| Luke Bryan |
