Riley Green – That Was Us (Guitar Acoustic)

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There's a dive bar in Daytona, with a couple names on the wall

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Right between go gators and old phone number for a good time call

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There's a cornfield in Vidalia, some BF Goodrich tracks

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Radio playing Copperhead Road, and the sky turned black

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That was us in a two-tone Chevy, can't help but smile when I'm looking back now

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Two kids tearing up a little small town, thought we had it all figured out

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Running wild like a Tennessee river, a little reckless and a little hellbound

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We were tailgate talking bout' forever, like our boots had never hit the ground

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At the end of that trail of cans and a cloud of dust

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There's a worn out track on a jukebox, to an old Keith Whitley song

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You spun me around that ol' dancefloor all night long

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And a rope burn on and old oak tree, hanging high over Miller Creek

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I was scared to death, but boy you could talk me into anything

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That was us in a two-tone Chevy, can't help but smile when I'm looking back now

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Two kids tearing up a little small town, thought we had it all figured out

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Running wild like a Tennessee river, a little reckless and a little hellbound

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We were tailgate talking bout' forever, like our boots had never hit the ground

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At the end of that trail of cans and a cloud of dust

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That was us in a two-tone Chevy, can't help but smile when I'm looking back now

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We were two kids tearing up a little small town, thought we had it all figured out

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Running wild like a Tennessee river, a little reckless and a little hellbound

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We were tailgate talking bout' forever, like our boots had never hit the ground

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At the end of that trail of cans and a cloud of dust

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We left our mark on everything we touched