Small Town Stuff
We'd spend all week trying to find
Someone, twenty-one
Who could buy us a case of beer
Had a spot on a forty acre lot down a
John Deer path, where we'd party
Our senior year
Cops knew it, but they didn't care
We were so far out there
And we flying high, after Friday night
Lights in the middle of a field fire
Ten foot high, feelin' ten feet tall
Thinkin' we were a big deal
Dropping tailgates on hand me down
Trucks, pouring homemade in
Styrofoam cups, we were flying high
Just living it up, ya know, doin' that
Small town stuff
Didn't matter if we won or lost
We'd all race off, to get a good buzz On, all my buddies, and our first love
Had the radio up, singing our favorite
Songs, Small Town USA
Damn I miss those days
When we were flying high, after
Friday night lights, in the middle of a
Field fire, ten foot high, feeling
Ten feet tall, thinkin' we were a
Big deal, dropping tailgates on
Hand me down trucks, pouring
Homemade in Styrofoam cups
We were flying high, just living it up
Ya know, doin' that
Small town stuff
Just a doin' that small town stuff
Yea we had it made
And I miss those days
When we were flying high, after
Friday night lights, in the middle of a
Field fire, ten foot high, feeling
Ten feet tall, thinkin' we were a
Big deal, dropping tailgates on
Hand me down trucks, pouring
Homemade in Styrofoam cups
We were flying high, just living it up
Ya know, doin' that
Small town stuff
Just a doin' that small town stuff
Someone, twenty-one
Who could buy us a case of beer
Had a spot on a forty acre lot down a
John Deer path, where we'd party
Our senior year
Cops knew it, but they didn't care
We were so far out there
And we flying high, after Friday night
Lights in the middle of a field fire
Ten foot high, feelin' ten feet tall
Thinkin' we were a big deal
Dropping tailgates on hand me down
Trucks, pouring homemade in
Styrofoam cups, we were flying high
Just living it up, ya know, doin' that
Small town stuff
Didn't matter if we won or lost
We'd all race off, to get a good buzz On, all my buddies, and our first love
Had the radio up, singing our favorite
Songs, Small Town USA
Damn I miss those days
When we were flying high, after
Friday night lights, in the middle of a
Field fire, ten foot high, feeling
Ten feet tall, thinkin' we were a
Big deal, dropping tailgates on
Hand me down trucks, pouring
Homemade in Styrofoam cups
We were flying high, just living it up
Ya know, doin' that
Small town stuff
Just a doin' that small town stuff
Yea we had it made
And I miss those days
When we were flying high, after
Friday night lights, in the middle of a
Field fire, ten foot high, feeling
Ten feet tall, thinkin' we were a
Big deal, dropping tailgates on
Hand me down trucks, pouring
Homemade in Styrofoam cups
We were flying high, just living it up
Ya know, doin' that
Small town stuff
Just a doin' that small town stuff
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Writer(s): Skip Black, Dustin Huff, Brian Maher
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