Nothing Much to Do

County was dry when we grew up
We had a buddy with a beard and a truck a fake ID
Seventeen
Marshall Tucker and Marlboro Reds
Baseball caps and lettermans
Took State that year
We were kings 'round here
When that small town shut down
'Bout the time we'd head out

Back when we were back roads
Just a-livin' our lives
Like the songs on the radio
We were doin' it right
I don't know where the time goes
It's amazing what we got ourselves into
When there wasn't nothin' much to do

Homecoming Queens and three-and-outs
Post-game hangs at the Huddle House
Talkin' 'bout what we would do when we got out
Oh, but what I wouldn't give right now

To be back when we were back roads
Just a-livin' our lives
Like the songs on the radio
We were doin' it right
I don't know where the time goes
It's amazing what we got ourselves into
Oh, when there wasn't nothin' much to do

We grew up and we slowed down
Some moved on, some stuck around
I just want one more go around

Back when we were back roads
Just a-livin' our lives
Like the songs on the radio
We were doin' it right
Yeah, back when we were back roads
Just a-livin' our lives
Like the songs on the radio
We were doin' it right
I don't know where the time goes
It's amazing what we got ourselves into
When there wasn't nothin' much to do



Credits
Writer(s): Greg Bates, Charles Andrew Muncaster, Gary Stewart Stanton
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