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Charlie Farley

Made Me

 

Made Me

(álbum: Winning With The Losers - 2018)


Come on
Woo
That's right
Let's go

Just a freckle face kid pulling that red wagon
Full of dirt and boards to build my makeshift cabin
My best friend was a dog that I named bandit
And he followed me everywhere (that's right)
As I got older and time passed
I made a few new friends and we'd all skip class
Now we didn't care much for school (that's right)
But all the girls thought we were cool (oh yeah)

Well it was torn t-shirts and baseball caps
Nothing to do but watch time pass
Just rowdy boys with no where else to be
And it was old blue jeans and cans of Skoal
Racing down them black top roads
To make our mark on hometown history
Those days are what made me
Those days are what made me

Hold up

Just a teen with some gasoline
And a radio up blasting AC/DC
While circling the town square without a care
We were living on nothing but wishing a prayer
Yeah I shotgunned a beer for the very first time
Then I passed out before we checked the first trot line
While we were shooting stop signs
We were getting drunk on pop's moonshine
Come on

Well it was boots and trucks and baseball caps
Warm beer on that overpass
Just rowdy boys with no where else to be
And it was old blue jeans and cans of Skoal
Racing down them black top roads
To make our mark on hometown history
Those days are what made me
Those days are what made me

You can't go home that's what the old folks say
But my memories of that place
Remind me why those were the good ol' days

Well it was torn t-shirts and baseball caps
Nothing to do but watch time pass
Just rowdy boys with no where else to be
And it was old blue jeans and cans of Skoal
Racing down them black top roads
To make our mark on hometown history
Those days are what made me
Those days are what made me (that's right let's go)

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