Snapbacks, some Levi jeans, PBR and burnt CDs Running for the grass on the hot concrete Still working on our summer feet
Cheap gas and Reddy ice, Trunk music and headlight fights Dodging the smoke from a riverbank fire A pretty girl and a pickup line like “Hey what’s your name, you know smoke follows beauty, baby”
We stayed up all night long Made our drinks too strong Feeling ten feet tall Rope swinging through the water In the middle of the night Like whoa-oh oh whoa-oh Breaking our boots in Stompin’ on the ground we grew up on Yeah, we were raised on it Worked hard and played on it We had it made on it We were born and raised on it
Car wash at the custom tent Sticky quarters and pine tree scent The only sign that we ever got stuck Is the muddy chain in the back of the truck
Five 1’s with a 20 on top Three guard at the barber shop Duckin’ from your ex at the 4-way stop Turn the music down when you pass the cops
We stayed up all night long Made our drinks too strong Feeling ten feet tall Rope swinging through the water In the middle of the night Like whoa-oh oh whoa-oh Breaking our boots in Stompin’ on the ground we grew up on Yeah, we were raised on it Worked hard and played on it We had it made on it We were born and raised on it
Mama’s prayers and Daddy’s speech Front porch philosophies A little too young and dumb to see Just what it all meant to me
We stayed up all night long Made our drinks too strong Feeling ten feet tall Rope swinging through the water In the middle of the night Like whoa-oh oh whoa-oh Breaking our boots in Stompin’ on the ground we grew up on Yeah, we were raised on it Worked hard and played on it We had it made on it We were born and raised on it
Whoa-oh oh whoa-oh…
Mmm Yeah, when that sun started sinking, And they turned those ‘open’ signs around? We thought we ran this town?
Breaking hearts and curfews, Out in the yard with no shoes, Staying cool in a nylon pool, Foul ball, headed for the parking lot.
And those Saturday mornings when you sleep late, ATVs and firebreaks, Worn-out jeans, Black Eyed Peas, back roads, And blue skies
I was born and raised on it, Might’ve misbehaved on it, Worked hard and played on it, We had it made