[Verse 1: Ian Flanigan] Second hand lighters, headlight dreamers Backseat players, windshield singers Small town livin', love the haters Main Street beat drop, rear view shakers They say we're never gonna grow up [Verse 2: Ian Flanigan] Hand stamped handshakes, love drunk, tipsy Mapco Coke and a whiskey, kiss me Strap off a shoulder, feel
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[Verse 1] This sure ain’t that little sawmill town I grew up in, I used to run around In a hand-me-down Chevy This place is high rise heaven And this sure ain’t that little Main Street drag With the courthouse square still flying the flag No, it’s a six-lane city Long, long way from little bitty [Pre-Chorus] Yeah, I’m
Beer battered chicken, sweet ice tea Might cause crickets and a zip code 33 Oh glory waving at you As you’re driving by the court house And it’s just another day in Heaven South A little country ange like you’ve never seen Took a pair of scissors to a pair of jeans You pick her
Beer battered chicken, sweet ice tea Might cause crickets and a zip code 33 Oh glory waving at you As you’re driving by the court house And it’s just another day in Heaven South A little country ange like you’ve never seen Took a pair of scissors to a pair of jeans You pick her