There's a dive bar in Daytona With a couple names on the wall
Right between go-gaters And an old phone number
For a good time call There's a cornfield in Vidalia
There's some B.F. Goodrich tracks That old radio playing Copperhead Road
Till the sky turned black
That was us in a two-tone Chevy Can't help but smile when I'm looking back now
Two kids tearing up a little small town Thought we had it all figured out
Running wild like a Tennessee river A little reckless and a little hell bound
We were tailgate talking about the river Like a booster never hit the ground
And at the end of that trail of canes and a cloud of dust
Baby, that was us
There's a worn-out track on a jukebox An old Keith Whitley song
You spun me around that old dance floor all night long
And a rope burned on an old oak tree Hanging high over Miller Creek
Lord, I was scared to death But, boy, you could talk me into anything
Yeah, you could
That was us in a two-tone Chevy Can't help but smile when I'm looking back now
Two kids tearing up a little small town Thought we had it all figured out
Running wild like a Tennessee river A little reckless and a little hell bound
We were tailgate talking about the river Like a booster never hit the ground
And at the end of that trail of canes and a cloud of dust
Baby, that was us
Baby, that was us
That was us in a two-tone Chevy Can't help but smile when I'm looking back now
Two kids tearing up a little small town Thought we had it all figured out
Running wild like a Tennessee river A little reckless and a little hell bound
We were tailgate talking about the river Like a booster never hit the ground
And at the end of that trail of canes and a cloud of dust
Yeah
We left our mark on everything we touched
Baby, that was us
Baby, that was us
Baby, that was us
That was us