In a cloud of dust I picked you up, off your front porch my old truck was lifted
That summer dress messing with my head, caught the wind just a little bit and lifted
And it sure felt good, and it sure felt good
You holding my hand, looking out over that hood, singing John Mellencamp
And we were high on nothing but living and loving, writing down something called a duro dream
Our own little world, one boy, one girl, seventeen and rising
Lighting that sweet southern breeze, lifted like a song from a choir
Lifted like a flame from a raging fire, lifted
First kiss out under the stars, I'd kissed before
And that old bar was empty
Lifted, a new spot we found, my old guitar
You're dancing around with your arms lifted
You sang along, like you'd never be gone
And we were high on nothing but living and loving
Writing down something called a duro dream
Our own little world, one boy, one girl, seventeen and rising
Lighting that sweet southern breeze, lifted like a prayer from a sinner
Lifted, checkered flag, finish line for the winner
Lifted
And we were high on nothing but living and loving, writing down something called a duro dream
Our own little world, one boy, one girl, seventeen and rising
Lighting that sweet southern breeze, lifted like a song from a choir
Lifted, like a sail in the wind
Lifted, girl, let's go back again
We're gonna ride wherever our hearts say we go










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