Red White

Colorful of ice from the corner market Twelve pack of lite is what we poured on it Thanks to that fake I.D Seventeen going on twenty-three Everybody piled up in the truck bed Dirt road anthem on the stereo blaring Fifteen miles on the other side Of that buck-shot up country line Bonfire burning up that Southern sky We were just back road, barefoot Dancing in the K.C lights Holding our own here in this small town Living it up while we were throwing it down In that red, while, cut-off blue jean Summer, yeah Red, while, cut-off blue jean Summer, yeah Flannel tied up hanging round my waist line Mason jars filled to the tip with moonshine Sipping it nice and slow Cause it's all gone before you know With that bonfire burning up that Southern sky We were just back road, barefoot Dancing in the K.C lights Holding our own here in this small town Living it up while we were throwing it down In that red, while, cut-off blue jean Summer, yeah Blue jean Summer, yeah We were young, we were dumb, we were wild and free No money in our pockets, nowhere to be We were living for the minute, caught all up in That high school dream With that bonfire burning up that Southern sky We were just back road, barefoot Dancing in the K.C lights Holding our own here in this small town Living it up while we were throwing it down In that red, while, cut-off blue jean Yeah that bonfire burning up that Southern sky We were just back road, barefoot Dancing in the K.C lights Holding our own here in this small town Living it up while we were throwing it down In that red, while, cut-off blue jean Summer, yeah Red, while, cut-off blue jean Summer, yeah