Sittin' here thinkin' 'bout me and big Ricky smokin' cigarettes down on the levee
Talkin' 'bout who's hot, who's not, big blocks, Pontiacs, Fords, and Chevy
I remember packin' that van for Atlanta, 'cause daddy found a better wage
Ain't seen him in forever, so here's to forever, 'cause nothin' gets better with age
Like old friends, old whiskey, old songs
Nothin' gets me like they get me
And when they hit me, I'm gone
With a smile on back to the old days
From the old page, if you're with me
Get your glassed raised and sing along
To old friends, old whiskey, and old songs
I can still see my Becky's blue eyes shinin', singin' Brown Eyed Girl off key
Hangin' with the gang after that big game with my jersey number on her cheek
We passed around a bottle that we found in the bottom of a chest in my buddy's barn
Back when life was nothin' but buzzin' and lovin', and bangin' on cheap guitars
With old friends, old whiskey, old songs
Nothin' gets me like they get me
And when they hit me, I'm gone
With a smile on back to the old days
From the old page, if you're with me
Get your glassed raised and sing along
To old friends, old whiskey, and old songs
Now me and my rowdy friends, we ain't rowdied on down just yet
Some of us still like to rock and roll all night
We'll probably never lose our way to Margaritaville
We're always gonna get high, singin' "Bye bye Miss American Pie"
Old friends, old whiskey, old songs
Nothin' gets me like they get me
And when they hit me, I'm gone
With a smile on back to the old days
From the old page, if you're with me
Get your glassed raised and sing along
To old friends, old whiskey, and old songs
Old friends, old whiskey, and old songs
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