Burnt Orange

When I was seventeen
My blood was gasoline
No matter where I turned
I got my fingers burned
I wouldn’t go back there if I could
I wouldn’t go back there if I could
But then I turned twenty one
No fear of anyone
I always let them know
If they were friend or foe
I wouldn’t go back there if I could
I wouldn’t go back there if I could
I remember very well
Way back then I went through hell
Well, oh, well
I remember very well
Way back then I went through hell
Always thought I was smart
Never played it from the heart
I never listened to
My daddy’s point of view
And though I wish I had
Things they turned out so bad
I wouldn’t go back there if I could
I wouldn’t go back there if I could
I wouldn’t go back there
I wouldn’t go back there, no
Don’t ever go, don’t ever go
Don’t ever go back there
Don’t ever go, don’t ever go
Don’t ever go back there
Don’t ever go, don’t ever go
Don’t ever go back there
Don’t ever go, don’t ever go
Don’t ever go back there again
I’ll never go, I’ll never go
Don’t go back there
I’ll never go, I’ll never go