Twenty dollars out of momma's purse bought us a tank of gas And some Redman tobacco, when we were just teenage kids Me and my old buddy Leroy, we'd go driving around If there was trouble to be found, then man we dang sure did it Cutting doughnuts in the fields 'Til old man Smith would call the cops He'd come runnin' down with his shotguns 'Cause we were runnin' down his crops And I reckon he's still wonderin' who that was But that was us Now some of these old local boys moved on but we never changed a bit Never had a lick of sense, least that's what some folks said Then finally, we turned old enough to buy our own beer Don't remember much about that year, just lucky we ain't dead 'Cause somebody said they saw some boys With a truck looked just like mine Tryin' to pull down that old water tank That sits out on the county line And people wonder why it leans the way it does That was us Seems like small towns never change But things get tough when times get hard And they said when he got sick Old man Smith would've lost that farm 'Cause he was getting' way behind on all his bills 'Til somebody brought his crops in from the fields Yeah and folks 'round here still wonder who that was That was us That was us That was us That was us That was us © ALMO MUSIC CORP; BMG SONGS, INC.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com