Going through my closet the other day
I found an old yearbook flipped right to the page of that senior trip
Down there on that Panama Strip
We all started yellin’ when we smelled the beach
Couldn’t wait to try our fake ID’s
We only had a few days
And a whole lot of memories to make
Oh, man, we were livin’
Didn’t waste one minute
We talked and drank and danced and said goodbye
We laughed until we cried
This past year, my family
Was sittin’ cross-legged ‘round the Christmas tree
Listenin’ to granddad
We all knew it’d probably be his last
He was crackin’ jokes and we were takin’ turns
Tellin’ stories ‘bout fishin’ or lessons learned
Out on the porch with him
We all felt like kids again
Oh, man, we were livin’
Sittin’ there reminiscing
We sang and talked and traveled back in time
We laughed until we cried
It’s like the best days under the sun
Every emotion rolled into one
A little of this, a little of that
Kinda happy, kinda sad
Just the other night, the baby was cryin’
So I got out of bed rocked her awhile
And I held her tight
And I told her it would be alright
And my mind went back to a few years ago
We tried so long, we almost gave up hope
And I remember you
Comin’ in and tellin’ me the news
Oh, man, we were livin’
Going crazy in the kitchen
We danced and screamed and held each other tight
We laughed until we cried
Other lyrics by Jason Aldean:
1994
Now girl I know you used to the same old same But we ain’t floatin’ that boat, no we ain’t ridin’ that train Hop on my rocket ship and let’s …
Amarillo Sky
He gets up before the dawn Packs a lunch and a Thermos full of coffee It’s another day in the dusty haze Those burnin’ rays are wearin’ down his body …
Anytime Soon
Been sitting here all night Drinking you off my mind But it ain’t working for me Mmm, trying to put us on ice A couple shots at a time But nothing’s stronger …
Asphalt Cowboy
The sun has opened up my eyes And I don’t wanna leave your side For that lonesome road But here I go Climbin’ back behind the wheel Of fifty feet of chrome …
Back In This Cigarette
It’s 2A.M. in my new home This motel room An ashtray full of lucky strikes A half spent case of warm Bud Lite Countin’ regrets Fghtin’ back tears …