Blame It On Being Young
We used to TP all the girls we had crushes on
Used a fake ID to buy what we were sippin' on
After every Friday football game
Thought we were cool when we stole my sister's cigarettes
Jumped off a roof to a swimming pool, no regrets
Man, those were the good old days
'Cause we all thought we ran this town
In a Walmart parking lot, circlin' 'round
Tim McGraw blasted on the stereo, whoa-oh
And we do what we wanna do
And we go where we wanna go
And we drove as fast as we fell in love, whoa-oh
Blame it on being young
A couple good kids getting up to no good
Tipped over every single trash can in the neighborhood
That wasn't the first time or the last time
The cops brought me home, no, no
We're stealing street signs
Sneaking out, making out on the basement couch
Yeah, when I look back now, yeah, it's funny how
We all thought we ran this town
In a Walmart parking lot, circlin' 'round
Tim McGraw blasted on the stereo, whoa-oh
And we do what we wanna do
And we go where we wanna go
And we drove as fast as we fell in love, whoa-oh
Blame it on being young
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh
I know we all miss the good old days now
In that Walmart parking lot, circlin' 'round
Tim McGraw blasted on the stereo, whoa-oh
And we do what we wanna do
And we go where we wanna go
And we drove as fast as we fell in love, whoa-oh
Blame it on being young
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh, blame it on being young
Used a fake ID to buy what we were sippin' on
After every Friday football game
Thought we were cool when we stole my sister's cigarettes
Jumped off a roof to a swimming pool, no regrets
Man, those were the good old days
'Cause we all thought we ran this town
In a Walmart parking lot, circlin' 'round
Tim McGraw blasted on the stereo, whoa-oh
And we do what we wanna do
And we go where we wanna go
And we drove as fast as we fell in love, whoa-oh
Blame it on being young
A couple good kids getting up to no good
Tipped over every single trash can in the neighborhood
That wasn't the first time or the last time
The cops brought me home, no, no
We're stealing street signs
Sneaking out, making out on the basement couch
Yeah, when I look back now, yeah, it's funny how
We all thought we ran this town
In a Walmart parking lot, circlin' 'round
Tim McGraw blasted on the stereo, whoa-oh
And we do what we wanna do
And we go where we wanna go
And we drove as fast as we fell in love, whoa-oh
Blame it on being young
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh
I know we all miss the good old days now
In that Walmart parking lot, circlin' 'round
Tim McGraw blasted on the stereo, whoa-oh
And we do what we wanna do
And we go where we wanna go
And we drove as fast as we fell in love, whoa-oh
Blame it on being young
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh, blame it on being young
Credits
Writer(s): Russell Edward Dickerson, Parker Welling Nohe, Joshua Kerr
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