Beer, A Truck, And the Town I Grew Up (Acoustic)

I've got a bucket full of cold ones
Come on by and sit a spell
I've got a yarn of a story
If you'd listen I'd like to tell

It's about beer
And a truck
In the small town where I grew up
And if that weren't enough
It's about a girl
I left in that small town

A Colorado summer night
Our matching smiles felt just right
Stars never shine so bright
Our conversation managed to outlast the moon light

Took her out to the local dance
To see our small town's one and only rock 'n' roll band
Soon enough we were sqeakin' springs
In a cabin on the Rockies learned all kinds a things

Like to remind her of that pick up truck
Wheels so tall i had to push her bottom up
Crossed across that big ol' front seat
Kissed me so good I swear I tasted peach

It's about tears
Some bad luck
In the small town where I grew up
If that ain't enough it's about a love
I left in that small town

Ran me right on out of there
Wouldn't even let me comb my hair
Grabbed my guitar not much more
Grandma's single wide had an open door

While that girl wondered where I had gone
What the hell had I done so wrong
That clock kept ticking on
While I learned my lesson she forgot the words to our song

Took the 5th street bridge into town
The jingle of my spurs the only sound
All these years I wonder if she's here
I'd pull up in that truck with a couple of beers

It's about years
An old crush
In the small town where I grew up
And if that weren't enough
It's about a girl
I left in that small town