We weren't the ones running up and down Main Street
We were the backroads sixer in the front seat
Knuckles busted, burning rubber, chasing one thing
Counting pennies on the counter for a swisher sweet

Them Friday night light boys, raise 'em up high boys
Throwing bottles at the signs, lighting up the sky

Running outta town till we ran outta road
Running our mouths, nothing we didn't know
Just young enough to still wanna be old
Running on love, cold beer, and cheap smoke
Running on love, cold beer, and cheap smoke

She wasn't pompoms running 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
Ain't no wonder why her daddy never liked me

A raised up right girl, never home on time girl
Sitting by my side at 11:59

Running outta town till we ran outta road
Running our mouths, nothing we didn't know
Just young enough to still wanna be old
Running on love, cold beer, and cheap smoke
Running on love, cold beer, and cheap smoke

I'm still that Friday night light boy
Raise 'em up high boy
Stop sign bullseye, she hits it every time

Running outta town till we run outta road
Running our mouths, nothing we don't know
Just young enough to still wanna be old
Running on love, cold beer, and cheap smoke

Running outta town
Running our mouths
Just young enough to still wanna be old
Running on love, cold beer, and cheap smoke
Running on love, cold beer, and cheap smoke