There's a picture of a covered bridge With water running under it Flowing through my mind, takes me back in time After haulin' hay all day We'd stop by there and drop a tailgate And take a dip to cool off a bit Blue sky would turn to red off in the west We'd tear into a full igloo of Old Milwaukee's Best On a summer sundown, same old young crowd Jeans and tank tops, bikinis, flip flops And blankets on the ground My girl in my arms, sippin' on Boone's Farm, yeah It seemed to take forever for the world to turn halfway around Days were long and we were waitin' on a summer sundown We'd park our pick ups on the bank Build a bon fire and we'd crank our radios Loud as they would go Now and then, it never failed Old man Baker'd start raisin' hell About us being there, ah, but we didn't care If he called the law the fun would end But everybody knew in a day or two We'd all be back again On a summer sundown, same old young crowd Jeans and tank tops, bikinis, flip flops And blankets on the ground My girl in my arms, sippin' on Boone's Farm, yeah It seemed to take forever for the world to turn halfway around Days were long and we were waitin' on a summer sundown Same old young crowd Jeans and tank tops, bikinis, flip flops And blankets on the ground My girl in my arms, sippin' on Boone's Farm It seemed to take forever for the world to turn halfway around Days were long and we were waitin' on a summer sundown © N/A Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com