Back to the Time

Well at 17 who could ask for more, ridin' in the back of a short-bed ford
With a case of miller, yeah we were livin' the high life
Well it’s 8 o’clock and nowhere to go, same 5 songs on country radio
And ain’t it always the good times that pass you by
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Take me back to the time
When the end of the world was the county line
There’s nothing on my mind
But lovin' you and a bottle of cheap red wine
Take me back to the time
And with my heart on my sleeve and spit in the dirt
I had a rebel flag on the back of my t-shirt
The teacher didn’t like it but I wore it anyway
And we laughed like hell and we sure did cry
Walked out on a football field and said goodbye
Knowin' all the while we were makin' some good ole' days
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And I know that this town sure has changed, no one round here even knows my name
I guess I knew it would happened all along
But I still drive down to Mechums Creek with Nitty Gritty Dirt Band in my
speakers
And think of her as the crickets sing along
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