Cranking up the radio, on old dirt roads we'd fly,
Pickup trucks and campfire smoke beneath the open sky,
With a cooler full of memories, and laughter in the air,
Those good old days, they passed so fast, I wanna go back there.
We talk about the glory days, when we were wild and free,
With every twist and turn we took, we wrote our history,
Bonfire talks and fields of stars where secrets used to stay,
Now we face the ticking clock, as youth slips day by day.
Oh, those yesteryear nights, we thought they'd never end,
First date kisses and high school laughs, with every loyal friend,
But time has got a way to show, it's always slippin' by,
Reflecting on those good old days, makes me think about my life.
Football games and harvest moon, the nights we'd never sleep,
Broken hearts and that first love, those memories I keep,
Time has turned our reckless ways to stories we now tell,
When life was just a country song, before we knew it well.
Oh, those yesteryear nights, we thought they'd never end,
First date kisses and high school laughs, with every loyal friend,
But time has got a way to show, it's always slippin' by,
Reflecting on those good old days, makes me think about my life.
Now I sit here in the quiet, behind a cold and empty bar,
Thinking 'bout those backyard nights, and strumming my guitar,
Life goes on, but still I hold those memories near,
Though we're older, what we had, will always linger here.