The West Enders - Back in Moline Lyrics

We were kings of Moline in our faded jeans
Passin' round secrets, breakin' old routines
Flatbed trucks, yeah, nights full of stars
Singin' to the radio, strummin' those guitars
Small-town legends, outcasts and saints
Bonfire glory, no need for complaints
Homecoming dances, out past curfew
Cruisin' down the avenue, to find honeys and brews
Back in Moline, life was a dream
A bunch of young rebels, blowin' off steam
Those were the nights, wild and free
Livin' our days in sweet Moline
QC Pizza, Saturday night eats
Meet up for bowlin', after the Maroons get beat
Pick-up games on dusty old courts
Hangin' by the muddy river, no second thoughts
We made our mark with each burning fire
First love's kiss, in the field near Meyer's
Got scars to show from the scuffles and fights
But we'd do it all over, to get back to those nights
Back in Moline, life was a dream
A bunch of young rebels, blowin' off steam
Those were the nights, wild and free
Livin' our days in sweet Moline
QC Pizza, Saturday night eats
Meet up for bowlin', after the Maroons get beat
Pick-up games on dusty old courts
Hangin' by the muddy river, no second thoughts
We made our mark with each burning fire
First love's kiss, in the field near Meyer's
Got scars to show from the scuffles and fights
But we'd do it all over, to get back to those nights
Back in Moline, life was a dream
A bunch of young rebels, eating cold ice cream
Those were the nights, wild and free
Livin' our days in sweet Moline
Livin' our days in sweet Moline