There ain't nothing like 'em first loves, baby
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Remember them high school days
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Friday nights homecome' and dances
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Giving my old Letterman's jacket away
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To oh, what's her name?
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But now it's you and me talking on the phone till 4 AM
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About anything and everything
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Making me feel young again like ain't a damn thing changed
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Ain't a damn thing changed
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Makes me wanna sneak down your driveway
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To climb out your window
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Get in, girl, we'll roll till the dirt road ends
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You can climb up in that back seat
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With your pretty little bare feet
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Get them butterflies like we still got our innocence
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Just like we're 17 again
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I thought those feelings was long gone, baby
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But you take me back in time
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Just like spring break in Panama City
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Girl from Indiana sure was pretty
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But she ain't got nothing on you tonight
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'Cause you're like the summer loving, don't come and go
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Never had to say goodbye
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I wake up in the morning feeling like a first kiss
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Every time your lips touch mine
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Makes me wanna sneak down your driveway
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To climb out your window
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Get in, girl, we'll roll till the dirt road ends
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You can climb up in that back seat
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With your pretty little bare feet
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Get them butterflies like we still got our innocence
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Just like we're 17 again
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Looking back now I wish I could put you inside of every memory
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You can be my first love, my first kiss
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My first and last everything
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Makes me wanna sneak down your driveway
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And climb out your window
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Get in, girl, we'll roll till the dirt road ends
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You can climb up in that back seat
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With your pretty little bare feet
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Get them butterflies like we still got our innocence
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Just like we're 17 again
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17 Again
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Brantley Gilbert |