Well, I remember Friday nights,
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We were full of bull and natural light
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Rock stars under the parking lot lights
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Killin' time in a little town
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Window's tinted up, tailgates down
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Running our mouths, riding up and down
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Just looking for a fight
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We heard all our stories a thousand times
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Somebody go on and tell 'em again, ain't nobody gonna mind
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Here's to the good ole boy, the guitars that made the noise
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And all the girls that we annoyed, and the ones we kissed goodnight,
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To the trucks that drove us home, secrets we never told
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And all the talks on old dirt roads that somehow changed our lives
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Here's to the nights we don't remember and the friends we won't forget
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Like I still smell the crawfish stand, diving head first in the morning drink
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Standing in the lake watching water skis go by,
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Got a pretty girl sitting on my shoulders and another pretty girl trying to push her over
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My boys on the bank letting the horse shoes fly
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Well, I can still see it now, all of us pilin' in our trucks and heading back into town
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Here's to the good ole boy, the guitars that made the noise
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And all the girls that we annoyed, and the ones we kissed goodnight,
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And to trucks that drove us home, the secrets we never told
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And all the talks on old dirt roads that somehow changed our lives
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Here's to the nights we don't remember and the friends we won't forget
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Here's to last call when we didn't care, holding' our shots up in the air
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A bunch of reckless boys, man I swear, it's a wonder we survived
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To the trucks that drove us home, the secrets we never told
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And all the talks on old dirt roads that somehow changed our lives
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Here's to the nights we don't remember
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Here's to the nights we don't remember and the friends we won't forget
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Friends We Won't Forget
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Lee Brice |