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Drew Baldridge

Senior Year

 

Senior Year


I remember that first day feeling like a king
Sitting out in my truck, freshman wishing they were me
Ole' Chesney singing 'bout them boys of fall
Yeah this is our year, we were gonna win it all

It was skipping class
It was wasting gas
Always paid in cash
From mowing grass
That hot last summer

We were living fast on top of the world
Trying to find a guy old enough to buy
A little cheap wine for you girl
Game days we wore jerseys in the hall
Yeah barely eighteen but a buncha know it alls
Whoa, blink an eye and then you're there
Whoa, on a gym floor in folding chairs
Yeah yeah, throwing caps up in the air
Couple tough boys shedding tears
Never thought it'd disappear
Senior year

Burning tires to burnt CDs
It was breaking curfew and momma waiting on me
Thinking that first love would last forever
And my ole' letter jacket naw, it never looked better
Than it did on her shoulders
Oh but now that we're older
Wonder where she is now
Or if she ever thinks about

Living fast on top of the world
Trying to find a guy old enough to buy
A little cheap wine for you girl
Game days we wore jerseys in the hall
Yeah barely eighteen but a buncha know it alls
Whoa, blink an eye and then you're there
Whoa, on a gym floor in folding chairs
Yeah yeah, throwing caps up in the air
Couple lovebirds shedding tears
Never thought it'd disappear
Senior year

Every time I get to town
I take a lap around
And I can't help but smile
'Cause we were big shots for a little while
Senior year
Senior year

Yeah we were living fast on top of the world
Trying to find a guy old enough to buy
A little cheap wine for you girl
Game days we wore jerseys in the hall
Yeah barely eighteen but a buncha know it alls
Whoa, blink an eye and then you're there
Whoa, on a gym floor in folding chairs
Yeah yeah, throwing caps up in the air
Couple tough boys shedding tears
Never thought it'd disappear
Senior year
Senior year

I remember that first day feeling like a king
Sitting out in my truck freshman wishing they were me

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