Windows down, cruisin' around singin' every song they know
Cause they're still young, just tryin' to live it up till their blood runs cold
And I can't count all these stories I've heard from family before me
How they'd back road drink and wind up lost amongst the trees
Lettin' go these roots has let this damn world grow so weak
God, the things I'd do to lift this ghost town off its knees
Remember days when you can go roll around
Crank your little drawer straight and know every face in this town
Remember days of helpin' Hank, he'd always be found
Last cold beer and baseball games were always common ground
Summer days, made for creek swimmin' and bailin' hay
And Sunday came, you sit around a table and say you're great
It's where my grandfather always told me to think before I speak
Hell, that's probably why he's the man I strive to be
Lettin' go these roots has let this damn world grow so weak
God, the things I'd do to lift this ghost town off its knees
Remember days when you can go roll around
Crank your little drawer straight and know every face in this town
Remember days of helpin' Hank, he'd always be found
Last cold beer and baseball games were always common ground
Windows down, cruisin' around singin' every song that I know
Cause I'm still young, I'm just tryin' to live it up for my blood runs cold
