Well daisy duke peek-a-boo
I might've learned
a thing or two
On a Friday night joyride
Out there on the county line
Drag racin' 'til the
blue lights chase us
And we scattered like sparks
from a black cat fuse
Train bridge where
we spray paint Skynyrd
And the gold flakes glimmered
in the cinnamon booze
We were livin' every
minute of the night
Like there might
never be another
We were runnin' all
the caution lights
We were learnin' to fly
with a little tail gunner
If there was somethin' to burn
we were burnin' it
Anything with a curve
we were turnin' it
Just wildfires out there under
The **** raisin'
heat of the summer
Alabama on the Alpine
Bust a cap on a deer sign
Little backseat butterfly
Home grown angel
that'll get you high
That'll get you high
We were livin' every
minute of the night
Like there might
never be another
We were runnin' all
the caution lights
We were learnin' to fly
with a little tail gunner
If there was somethin' to burn
we were burnin' it
Anything with a curve
we were turnin' it
Just wildfires out there under
The **** raisin'
heat of the summer
Yeah I see it clearer
in the rearview mirror
Than I ever did
lookin' out over the hood
Yeah man we had
some **** good times
And I sure hope
everybody's doin' good
We were livin' every
minute of the night
Like there might
never be another
We were runnin' all
the caution lights
We were learnin' to fly
with a little tail gunner
If there was somethin' to burn
we were burnin' it
Anything with a curve
we were turnin' it
Just wildfires out there under
The **** raisin'
heat of the summer
The **** raisin'
heat of the summer
The **** raisin'
heat of the summer