I know I'll
never be 17 again, redneck kid
Broke as a joke, stealing daddy's smokes
In a bottle of dry gin
Spittin' sunflower seeds
in a paper cup
Pickin' you up and takin' you to fish
I lost a good rattle trap
in my innocence
Man, sometimes I wish
I could find that old prom
Goin' by a
Tate
County road
Night and drive it back into those
Pines where we parked that summer night
I could find that
Marshall
Tucker tape
Put someone in your place and recreate it
But it wouldn't be the same
Cause it wouldn't be the
first time
I wonder if you still got
My old beat -up car hard
hat that you grabbed
You had it on when I took you home
You said I'd never get that back
And sometimes I want to call you up
Just for old time's sake
And if I got drunk enough tonight
Girl, I wonder what you'd say
If I could find that old bronc
Going by
Tate
County
Road 9
And drive it back into those pines
Where we parked that summer night
I could find that
Marshall
Tucker tape and play it late
Right where we laid and recreated
But it wouldn't be the same
Cause it wouldn't be the first time
No, it wouldn't be the first time
No, it wouldn't,
baby
Wouldn't be the first time
I thought about you
Laying there in the grass
Wouldn't be the first time, honey
Damn sure won't be the last
I could find that old prom
Going by a dead county road
Nine and drive it back into those
Pines where we parked that summer night
I could find that
Marcia
Tucker tape and play it late
Right where we laid and recreated
But it wouldn't be the same
Cause it wouldn't be the first time
No, it wouldn't be the first time
No, it wouldn't be the
first time
No, it wouldn't, baby
You