Seventeen
It was a long, hot summer
Guitarist and a drummer
The year I turned seventeen
Guess we were trying to make a statement
Rockin' the church basement
Bleached-blonde hair and ripper JNCO jeans
We new it couldn't be long
Before we wrote a hit song
Finger numb trying to figure it out
Three chords and a back beat
A blown-out thrift shop Peavey
And two kids too dumb to have doubts
We were alive
And we were free
The future wide
As our dreams
We would arrive
On the scene
"You'll never get a job dressed like that"
Man, we don't even care
Late nights at the Cradle
Whenever we were able
Smell of sweat and smoke filled the air
Knowing that some night
Be us caught in the spotlight
Looking down on the world from up there
We were alive
And we were free
The future wide
As our dreams
We would arrive
On the scene
"You'll never get a job dressed like that"
Man, we don't even care
And we would drive
Those empty streets
1979 on repeat
All through the night
Nowhere to be
With that hot Carolina wind
Blowing through our hair
"We'll make it big someday, man," I would swear
"We'll make it big someday, man," I would swear
"We'll make it big someday, man," I swear
Guitarist and a drummer
The year I turned seventeen
Guess we were trying to make a statement
Rockin' the church basement
Bleached-blonde hair and ripper JNCO jeans
We new it couldn't be long
Before we wrote a hit song
Finger numb trying to figure it out
Three chords and a back beat
A blown-out thrift shop Peavey
And two kids too dumb to have doubts
We were alive
And we were free
The future wide
As our dreams
We would arrive
On the scene
"You'll never get a job dressed like that"
Man, we don't even care
Late nights at the Cradle
Whenever we were able
Smell of sweat and smoke filled the air
Knowing that some night
Be us caught in the spotlight
Looking down on the world from up there
We were alive
And we were free
The future wide
As our dreams
We would arrive
On the scene
"You'll never get a job dressed like that"
Man, we don't even care
And we would drive
Those empty streets
1979 on repeat
All through the night
Nowhere to be
With that hot Carolina wind
Blowing through our hair
"We'll make it big someday, man," I would swear
"We'll make it big someday, man," I would swear
"We'll make it big someday, man," I swear
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Grossmann
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