76

Do you remember riding the back roads of 76? We'd sneak home late, you could still smell the Jack on my lips Couple of young, dumb, broke-ass east-end kids And if you made it to the river, it's where I live Some people call us crazy for just living free They don't understand the meanings of loyalty Us country boys and girls, we're easy to please All we need is a creek and a bottle of Beam Another Friday night at the pub Shooting pool and hiding our drunk We'd lose our voice from every song we sung I can still recall everything we were running from Another Friday night at the pub Shooting pool and hiding our drunk We'd lose our voice from every song we sung I can still recall everything we were running from