We werent the ones runnin up and down Main Street
We were the backroads sixer in the front seat
Knuckles busted burnin rubber chasin one thing
Countin pennies on the counter for a swisher sweet
Them Friday night light boys, raise em up high boys
Throwin bottles at the signs, lightin up the sky
Runnin out of town til we ran out of road
Runnin our mouths nothin we didnt know
Just young enough to still wanna be old
Runnin on love, cold beer, and cheap smoke
Runnin on love, cold beer, and cheap smoke
She wasnt pompoms runnin for the prom queen
She was a Last Dance with Mary Jane kinda free
She liked to go fast and I had a need for speed
Hey, no wonder why her daddy never liked me
A raised up right girl
Never home on time girl
Sittin by my side at 1159
Runnin out of town til we ran out of road
Runnin our mouths nothin we didnt know
Just young enough to still wanna be old
Runnin on love, cold beer, and cheap smoke
Runnin on love, cold beer, and cheap smoke
Im still that Friday night light boy
Raise em up high boy
Stop sign bullseye
She hits it every time
Runnin out of town til we ran out of road
Runnin our mouths nothin we didnt know
Just young enough to still wanna be old
Runnin on love, cold beer, and cheap smoke
Runnin out of town
Runnin our mouths
Just young enough to still wanna be old
Runnin on love, cold beer, and cheap smoke
Runnin on love, cold beer, and cheap smoke