I got my mail today,
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Just the kind that miss us
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A bunch of bills I can't pay,
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I guess their shit outta luck.
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But there was one from an old friend,
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Brought back memories
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Black and white from way back when
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It was hard to believe that was us!
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That was us riding' dirt roads,
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Shooting buckshot at signs,
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Drinking beer we just stole,
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Passing jugs full of shine,
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Leave them girls with one of them boys.
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Singing' old country gold
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Till we all lost our voice,
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That was us!
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In once an a while, we'll catch a game or a race,
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Catching up on old times turns into hell that we raised,
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We'll start re-telling stories, and lies we've rehearsed,
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About the girls we made out with,
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And how badass we were,
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That was us!
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That was us down in Panama, cruising the strip,
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In the bed of my truck tossing beads and talking shit.
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Shot gun and beer, playing pong and flip cup,
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I've never lost seeing you, toring some bitches up,
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That was us!
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That was us!
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Man we'll always remember those of us have
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We'll always be brothers and we'll never forget,
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That that was us that we carry the tears in our eyes,
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When the rest of us are buried but throwing down in the sky,
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So raise a glass to the memories,
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That won't ever die,
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Here's to friends, here's to family
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And one hell of a time!
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Yeah, here's to us!
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Here's to us!
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Here's to us!
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Yeah, here's to us!
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That Was Us
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| Brantley Gilbert |
