I miss the good times
I miss a beer or two
Tellin' Mama white lies
Missin' out on the whole truth
Runnin' wild and reckless in a good old Ford
Truck smellin' like dip from the cans in the floor
We're good old boys with a few habits we can't keep
Cause they know every back road on this side of town
And where to get beer when the beer runs out
They know what to say when nobody knows what to say
They're like brothers my friends and they got my back
They say its alright even if its goin' bad
I miss raisin hell and doin' shit I ain't supposed to do
I miss my buddies
I miss revin' up trucks in an empty parking lot
Rollin down main and dodgin' the cops
Cause our music might be too loud or we'll piss them off
I miss red linin' dirt riding runnin' in the cold
Doin' burn outs on Foster Mill Road
Every time I pass that cross
Hell I sure know what I lost
Cause they know every back road on this side of town
And where to get beer when the beer runs out
They know what to say when nobody knows what to say
They're like brothers my friends and they got my back
They say its alright even if its goin' bad
I miss raisin hell and doin' shit I ain't supposed to do
I miss my buddies
All the late night drop offs
Tryin' to get the smell gone
Before you get back home
All the single cab deep talks
Tailgate drunk calls
Damn you're gonna miss em when it's gone
Cause they know every back road on this side of town
And where to get beer when the beer runs out
They know what to say when nobody knows what to say
They're like brothers my friends and they got my back
They say its alright even if its goin' bad
I miss raisin hell and doin' shit I ain't supposed to do
I miss my buddies
Yeah I miss my buddies
I miss my buddies