Young In A Bar
Roger Jackson
3:18Four deep on a bench seat A tank of gas and three of my best friends Five o'clock and we're home free On a victory lap, 'cause we made it to the weekend It don't change, it's the same Square-body headlights burning up Friday night We got nothing else to do But have a map dot, parking lot, beer or two Or we could hop in a truck and fire it up Hang a left on Main just to see what's going down There's nothing to do but ride around town Mr. Truitt at the Texaco Is always asking 'bout your mama and them Taking our time, living slow 'Cause that's just how it's always been And that'll never change, it's the same Square-body headlights burning up Friday night We got nothing else to do But have a map dot, parking lot, beer or two Or we could hop in a truck and fire it up Hang a left on Main just to see what's going down There's nothing to do but ride around town Same courthouse, same county lines Same last names on state champion signs Those glory days will never fade I love everything about this place And that'll never change, it's the same Square-body headlights burning up Friday night We got nothing else to do But have a map dot, parking lot, beer or two Or we could hop in a truck and fire it up Hang a left on Main just to see what's going down And there's nothing to do but ride around town There's ride around town