Mama preached to me, boy be a kid just as long as you can
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But I was hell-bent and bound and determined to be my old man
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I was ready to drive and I wanted a job
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Hungry to chase my dreams
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Way back when I was twelve years old going on eighteen
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Those four years of college I stretched into six and a half
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If I woke up in time after parties you'd catch me in class
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I moved back home, stayed out, slept in
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'Til one Monday morning I heard Daddy scream
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You're twenty-four years old boy, going on eighteen
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CHORUS: Hey all I'm dying to do is to live
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Just tryin' to take what the day has to give
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Everyone wants but they don't always get what's expected of me
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They say act your age, don't break no mold
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Be young when you're young and old when you're old
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They say I'm in the prime of my life, hell if I know what that means
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In the back of my mind I'm still going on eighteen
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Got the wife, got the kids, got the job, got the cars and the house
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In life's little rulebook it falls under "all settled down"
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But give a handful of friends a handful drinks
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It's like riding a time machine
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Abunch of thirytsomething-year-old guys going on eighteen
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REPEAT CHORUS
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Now I preach to my boy be a kid just as long as you can
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But he's hell-bent and determined
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To be his old man
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Going on Eighteen
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Dusty Drake |