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Mamma, she's still got that picture
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Of me and Katie on homecomin' night
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She looked pretty in that fancy dress
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But that girl was a barefoot blue jean princess
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A hand full of rocks and daddy's pine ladder
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Sure did come in handy
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For a teenage boy thinkin' all that mattered
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Was a kiss that taste like candy
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Back in the day we were wild and free
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She was my dashboard drummer
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Butterflies in the backseat
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Little footprints on my window
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Parkin' my Chevy by the riverside
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And four letters in a heart carved in a pine
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A little sun dress layin up there on the bank
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While the water washed our innocence away
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Back in the day
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Friday nights I'd look up there in the bleachers
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And I can see her,
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with my letter man's jacket on
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And I still got this scar here on my right hand
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From when Bobby told her she deserved a better man
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Aw.. She hung right with me down in panama city
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Raisin' hell on our senior trip
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and man ain't it funny
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it gets the best of me
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And I just can't forget
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I just can't forget
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Back in the day we were wild and free
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She was my dashboard drummer
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Butterflies in the backseat
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Little footprints on my window
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Parkin' my Chevy by the riverside
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And four letters in a heart carved in a pine
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A little sun dress layin up there on the bank
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While the water washed our innocence away
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Back in the day
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Summer was over
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College was callin' man I had to watch her leave
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But I still wonder if she ever thinks of me
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'Cause back in the day we were wild and free
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She was my dashboard drummer
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Butterflies in the backseat
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Little footprints on my window
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Parkin' my Chevy by the riverside
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And four letters in a heart carved in a pine
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A little sun dress layin up there on the bank
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While the water washed our innocence away
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Feels like yesterday
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Back in the day
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Back in the day
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Back In The Day
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Brantley Gilbert |