There's a dive bar in Daytona
With a couple names on a wall
Right between Go Gators and an old phone number
For a good time, call
There's a corn field in Vidalia
With some BFGoodrich tracks
That old radio playin' Copperhead Road
Till the sky turned black
That was us in a two-tone Chevy
Can't help but smile when I'm lookin' back now
Two kids tearin' up a little small town
Thought we had it all figured out
Runnin' wild like a Tennessee river
Little reckless and a little hellbound
We were tailgate talkin' 'bout forever
Like our boots had never hit the ground
And at the end of that trail of cans and a cloud of dust
Baby, that was us
There's a worn-out track on a jukebox
An old Keith Whitley song
You spun me around that old dance floor
All night long
And a rope burn on an old oak tree
Hangin' high over Miller Creek
Lord, I was scared to death
But boy, you could talk me into anything
Yeah, you could
That was us in a two-tone Chevy
Can't help but smile when I'm lookin' back now
Two kids tearin' up a little small town
Thought we had it all figured out
Runnin' wild like a Tennessee river
Little reckless and a little hellbound
We were tailgate talkin' 'bout forever
Like our boots had never hit the ground
At the end of that trail of cans and a cloud of dust
Baby, that was us
Baby, that was us
That was us in a two-tone Chevy
Can't help but smile when I'm lookin' back now (mmm)
Two kids tearin' up a little small town
Thought we had it all figured out
Runnin' wild like a Tennessee river
Little reckless and a little hellbound
We were tailgate talkin' 'bout forever
Like our boots had never hit the ground
At the end of that trail of cans and a cloud of dust (yeah)
We left our mark on everything we touched
Baby, that was us (baby, that was us, mmm)
Baby, that was us
