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