I'm cruising down mainstreet in an '87 Chevrolet
I'm rollin down 174 tryin' to find some more
Wish I had a little money I'd spend it all on you

I'd buy us a quarter bag and twelve pack of brew

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And we'll get high, and I drink
Well I'm tryin' not to think
And I get stoned and I'm drunk

Well I'm tryin' to change my luck
Just gettin' by
Well I'm a-gettin' by, gettin' high, yeah


Walkin' down Browns mountain tryin' to find my way around
I hope I don't get stopped by the cops in this town

Head on to the south side and the cemetary trails
A worn out fishin' hole where I raised a lot of hell


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There's a girl that lives on my street

Strawberry blonde, she tastes so sweet
I wanna tell her all the words in my heart
She moved away then she tore my world apart


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Fifteen minutes south of the Fort Worth city lights
We watch football games here on Friday nights
I grew up slow and now I'm living so fast

Running out of liquor and this quarter bag won't last

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