I go back to a two toned short bed Chevy
Driving my first love out to the levee
Living life with no sense of time
And I go back to the feel of a fifty yard line
A blanket, a girl, some raspberry wine
Wishing time would stop right in its tracks
Every time I hear that song,
I used to rock all night long
to "Keep On Rocking Me Baby"
Frat parties, college bars,
just trying to impress the ladies
and I couldn't help but sing along
Because every time I hear that song
And I go back to the smell of an old gym floor
And the taste of salt on a Carolina shore
and drinking goodbye to friends
And I go back to watchin summer fade to fall
Growin up too fast and I do recall
Wishin time would stop right in its tracks
Everytime I hear that song,
So I go back to a pew, preacher, and a choir
Singing bout God, brimstone, and fire
And the smell of Sunday chicken
to the loss of a real good friend
And the sixteen summers I shared with him
Now "Only The Good Die Young"
Every time I hear that song
To the feel of a fifty yard line
A blanket, a girl, some raspberry wine
To watching summer fade to fall
Growing up too fast and I do recall
To the loss of a real good friend
And the sixteen summers I shared with him
