Fresh cut grass in the fall
Doesn't take long at all
To get this small-town boy thinking about football
And it takes me right on back to the very first
Set of keys that I had to earn
That red dirt work just to pay it off
That '82, shade of blue, born to run, cloud of dust
Gets me thinking about us
Middle of the summer, moon coming up
Radio on in the cab of the truck
You looking at me saying turn it up, up, up
And I'm right back
Back in those days that we call gold
Memory lane was a long-paved road
Loving you don't seem that long ago, oh, oh
And I think about us
(When I think about, when I think about us)
When I think about us
(When I think about, when I think about us)
It don't take much just
One sunset up ahead, turning that rising red
Close my eyes and in my head there's your lips
Yeah, we'd county road, county lines,
Swear to god, every time
Gets me thinking about us
Middle of the summer, moon coming up
Radio on in the cab of the truck
You looking at me saying turn it up, up, up
And I'm right back
Back in those days that we call gold
Memory lane was a long-paved road
Loving you don't seem that long ago, oh, oh
And I think about us
(When I think about, when I think about us)
When I think about us
(When I think about, when I think about us)
When I think about us
Oh when I think about us,
Wind blowing in through your auburn hair
Pulling in park somewhere, nowhere
You looking so good just tearing me up, up, up
And I'm right back
Back in those days that we call gold
Memory lane was a long-paved road
Loving you don't seem that long ago, oh, oh
And I think about us
Middle of the summer, moon coming up
Radio on in the cab of the truck
You looking at me saying turn it up, up, up
And I'm right back
Back in those days that we call gold
Memory lane was a long-paved road
Loving you don't seem that long ago, oh, oh
When I think about, when I think about us
When I think about, when I think about us