Long before she was a mother or a lawyer or a wife,
That girl she was an anchor, bent on keeping me alive.
It was summer, she was leaving, no we were not meant to last,
But on the floor next to my unmade bed, you couldn't tell us that.
Cigarette smoke, Natty light, bleach blonde girls on a Wednesday night,
Good old friends, nothing much to do, it was a hell of a time and I'm sad it's through.
Cops showed up, we'd run and hide, half a fifth of bourbon by the bathroom light,
'fore I had a dream to make come true, it was a hell of a time and I'm sad it's through.
As our mothers become angels, my brothers we survive,
Now we raise up our own babies and beg the Lord to slow down time.
Come on, strap in boys, we're drinking like it's two thousand and five.
I know that we'll crash tomorrow but tonight we're flying high.
Cigarette smoke, Natty light, bleach blonde girls on a Wednesday night,
Good old friends, nothing much to do, it was a hell of a time and I'm sad it's through.
Cops showed up, we'd run and hide, half a fifth of bourbon by the bathroom light,
'fore I had a dream to make come true, it was a hell of a time and I'm sad it's through.
Someone misplaced a sundress,
The Queen of Fort Payne, Alabama was not impressed.
She knew us well enough to guess,
Which one of us had sinned.
Cigarette smoke, Natty light, bleach blonde girls on a Wednesday night,
Good old friends, nothing much to do, it was a hell of a time and I'm sad it's through.
Cops showed up, we'd run and hide, half a fifth of bourbon by the bathroom light,
'fore I had a dream to make come true, it was a hell of a time and I'm sad it's through.
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Long before she was a mother or a lawyer or a wife,
That girl she was an anchor, bent on keeping me alive.
It was summer, she was leaving, no we were not meant to last,
But on the floor next to my unmade bed, you couldn't tell us that.
Cigarette smoke, Natty light, bleach blonde girls on a Wednesday night,
Good old friends, nothing much to do, it was a hell of a time and I'm sad it's through.
Cops showed up, we'd run and hide, half a fifth of bourbon by the bathroom light,
'fore I had a dream to make come true, it was a hell of a time and I'm sad it's through.
As our mothers become angels, my brothers we survive,
Now we raise up our own babies and beg the Lord to slow down time.
Come on, strap in boys, we're drinking like it's two thousand and five.
I know that we'll crash tomorrow but tonight we're flying high.
Cigarette smoke, Natty light, bleach blonde girls on a Wednesday night,
Good old friends, nothing much to do, it was a hell of a time and I'm sad it's through.
Cops showed up, we'd run and hide, half a fifth of bourbon by the bathroom light,
'fore I had a dream to make come true, it was a hell of a time and I'm sad it's through.
Someone misplaced a sundress,
The Queen of Fort Payne, Alabama was not impressed.
She knew us well enough to guess,
Which one of us had sinned.
Cigarette smoke, Natty light, bleach blonde girls on a Wednesday night,
Good old friends, nothing much to do, it was a hell of a time and I'm sad it's through.
Cops showed up, we'd run and hide, half a fifth of bourbon by the bathroom light,
'fore I had a dream to make come true, it was a hell of a time and I'm sad it's through.
That girl she was an anchor, bent on keeping me alive.
It was summer, she was leaving, no we were not meant to last,
But on the floor next to my unmade bed, you couldn't tell us that.
Cigarette smoke, Natty light, bleach blonde girls on a Wednesday night,
Good old friends, nothing much to do, it was a hell of a time and I'm sad it's through.
Cops showed up, we'd run and hide, half a fifth of bourbon by the bathroom light,
'fore I had a dream to make come true, it was a hell of a time and I'm sad it's through.
As our mothers become angels, my brothers we survive,
Now we raise up our own babies and beg the Lord to slow down time.
Come on, strap in boys, we're drinking like it's two thousand and five.
I know that we'll crash tomorrow but tonight we're flying high.
Cigarette smoke, Natty light, bleach blonde girls on a Wednesday night,
Good old friends, nothing much to do, it was a hell of a time and I'm sad it's through.
Cops showed up, we'd run and hide, half a fifth of bourbon by the bathroom light,
'fore I had a dream to make come true, it was a hell of a time and I'm sad it's through.
Someone misplaced a sundress,
The Queen of Fort Payne, Alabama was not impressed.
She knew us well enough to guess,
Which one of us had sinned.
Cigarette smoke, Natty light, bleach blonde girls on a Wednesday night,
Good old friends, nothing much to do, it was a hell of a time and I'm sad it's through.
Cops showed up, we'd run and hide, half a fifth of bourbon by the bathroom light,
'fore I had a dream to make come true, it was a hell of a time and I'm sad it's through.
Writer: RONALD MICHAEL POPE
Copyright: Lyrics © Bluewater Music Corp.
Copyright: Lyrics © Bluewater Music Corp.