One, two, three, four ♪ We laughed, we cried We threw that television off that balcony That memory means so much to me No doubt in me, I do believe that no one Listens to both sides except the neighbors Fine art of compromise Happy losing half of mine 'cause she'll lose her half later First taste of being victim of the very songs I sing Ended up with "Say goodbye" and "I hope I hear good things" Walk away Walk away Nothing could have stopped us back then anyway Remember when you safety-pinned the tablecloth to my pants And I stood up to the sound of dancing And the sound of our romance beginning Kicked out the restaurant to make the night complete Six-pack and a happy meal on a park bench down the street Dinner with Tennessee's elite "Once upon a time" is how a fairy tale sells it Sit down, you won't believe this shit is how the trucker tells it Strike up the band, hire the piper, we will play Nothing could have stopped us back then anyway