It was gravel lots

Boys throwing back that last beer

Girls touching up makeup in the side mirror

Budweiser sign shining like Vegas

A five dollar bill got you through that front door

Cowboy hat got you out on the dance floor

And you'd be off to the races

If I could turn back the pages

There'd be Sticks & Stones, Tracy Lawrence

A two tone Ford with a long bed on it

Number on a napkin and an old payphone

Lighting up smokes till the lights came on yeah

Two-stepping through those neon lights

With a girl in boots and tight Levis

If I could go back in time you'd find me

At some ol' bar in the 90s

Quarters down, got the next game on the table

Setting up a shot for a blue-eyed angel

Old John Michael'd set you up for a slow dance

While your buddies stood around talking Braves and Earnhart

You were out there tryna steal that girl's heart

Feels like a world away

But I say the good old days

Are Sticks & Stones, Tracy Lawrence

A two tone Ford with a long bed on it

Number on a napkin and an old payphone

Lighting up smokes till the lights came on yeah

Two-stepping through those neon lights

With a girl in boots and tight Levis

If I could go back in time you'd find me

At some ol' bar in the 90s

Couple good ol' boys beside me

And a long lost fiddle whining

Sure wish I could rewind it

To Sticks & Stones, Tracy Lawrence

A two tone Ford with a long bed on it

Number on a napkin and an old payphone

Lighting up smokes till the lights came on yeah

Two-stepping through those neon lights

With a girl in boots and tight Levis

If I could go back in time you'd find me

At some ol' bar in the 90s

Some ol' bar in the 90s

Some ol' bar in the 90s

There you'd find me