There's a dive bar in Daytona With a couple names on the wallRight between go-gaters And an old phone numberFor a good time call There's a cornfield in VidaliaThere's some B.F. Goodrich tracks That old radio playing Copperhead RoadTill the sky turned blackThat was us in a two-tone Chevy Can't help but smile when I'm looking back nowTwo kids tearing up a little small town Thought we had it all figured outRunning wild like a Tennessee river A little reckless and a little hell boundWe were tailgate talking about the river Like a booster never hit the groundAnd at the end of that trail of canes and a cloud of dustBaby, that was usThere's a worn-out track on a jukebox An old Keith Whitley songYou spun me around that old dance floor all night longAnd a rope burned on an old oak tree Hanging high over Miller CreekLord, I was scared to death But, boy, you could talk me into anythingYeah, you couldThat was us in a two-tone Chevy Can't help but smile when I'm looking back nowTwo kids tearing up a little small town Thought we had it all figured outRunning wild like a Tennessee river A little reckless and a little hell boundWe were tailgate talking about the river Like a booster never hit the groundAnd at the end of that trail of canes and a cloud of dustBaby, that was usBaby, that was usThat was us in a two-tone Chevy Can't help but smile when I'm looking back nowTwo kids tearing up a little small town Thought we had it all figured outRunning wild like a Tennessee river A little reckless and a little hell boundWe were tailgate talking about the river Like a booster never hit the groundAnd at the end of that trail of canes and a cloud of dustYeahWe left our mark on everything we touchedBaby, that was usBaby, that was usBaby, that was usThat was us