Colorful of ice from the corner market
Twelve pack of lite is what we poured on it
Thanks to that fake I.DSeventeen going on twenty-threeEverybody piled up in the truck bed
Dirt road anthem on the stereo blaring
Fifteen miles on the other side
Of that buck-shot up country lineBonfire burning up that Southern sky
We were just back road, barefoot
Dancing in the K.C lights
Holding our own here in this small town
Living it up while we were throwing it down
In that red, while, cut-off blue jean Summer, yeah
Red, while, cut-off blue jean Summer, yeah
Flannel tied up hanging round my waist line
Mason jars filled to the tip with moonshine
Sipping it nice and slow
Cause it's all gone before you knowWith that bonfire burning up that Southern sky
We were just back road, barefoot
Dancing in the K.C lights
Holding our own here in this small town
Living it up while we were throwing it down
In that red, while, cut-off blue jean Summer, yeah
Blue jean Summer, yeahWe were young, we were dumb, we were wild and free
No money in our pockets, nowhere to be
We were living for the minute, caught all up in
That high school dream
With that bonfire burning up that Southern sky
We were just back road, barefoot
Dancing in the K.C lights
Holding our own here in this small town
Living it up while we were throwing it down
In that red, while, cut-off blue jeanYeah that bonfire burning up that Southern sky
We were just back road, barefoot
Dancing in the K.C lights
Holding our own here in this small town
Living it up while we were throwing it down
In that red, while, cut-off blue jean Summer, yeah
Red, while, cut-off blue jean Summer, yeah
