Tekster:
Jason Michael Carroll

Baby come take look at this dusty yearbook Do you remember those two kids? It's you and me most likely to succeed Had it all planned out, yes we did

Five O' clock smokestacks 15th, check's fat Hacked off, backed up Hurry up and wait on the interstate Irate, tailgate tight Yeah, nothin' but brake lights

I was 16, drivin' my old man's car The light was red but I ran right through And I killed a mailbox and some flowers in a yard 'Cause I was lookin' at

you were sittin on his tailgate she was lovin on his roughneck she was talkin bout runnin away while he was puffin on a cigarette & just thinkin how am

On a three hour flight from Memphis to LA I was silently celebrating my first class upgrade Laughing at my jeans and my boots Beside those high dollar

I think honesty is right, think lying is wrong. I think Willy and Haggard wrote some awful good songs. I think God rides around with the radio on, in

Five o' clock smokestacks 15th, check's fat Hacked off, backed up Hurry up and wait on the interstate Irate, tailgate tight Yeah, nothin' but brake lights

Baby Come take a look At this dusty yearbook Do you remember those two kids? Its you and me Most likely to succeed Had it all planned out yes we did

Baby when I look at you with your hair fallin' down and your baby blues Standing there across the room I get so lost in the way you move It makes me reminisce