It was me and her all summer long
I learned early on
Wasn't nothing hotter than Annie Jones in July

Parked down by the river's edge
Six-string in my truck bed
I pull it out as the sun set in the pines


I tell ya, learning Brown Eyed Girl
Best thing I ever did

Before I hit the last chord she was begging for more
Saying, "sing that song again"
So I sang that song again

Sha la la

We sang it out like we wrote it

Drove that old Ford like we stole it
Oh, oh
Livin' loud and proud, a little out of tune

Thinking 'bout it now what I wouldn't do
To sing that song again
Sing that song again

Oh, oh

My buddy Paul had a mustang

After school when the bell rang
We'd all pile into that thing and fly
It was long hair and ball caps

Chasing girls, flunking math
The radio was the soundtrack to our lives


We sang Glory Days with Springsteen
And as soon as it would end
We'd hit rewind just to sing that song again

Never thought those days would end
Sha la la


We sang it out like we wrote it
Drove that old Ford like we stole it
Oh, oh

Livin' loud and proud, a little out of tune
Thinking 'bout it now what I wouldn't do
To sing that song again

Oh, oh

We sang it out like we wrote it

Drove that old Ford like we stole it
Oh, oh
Livin' loud and proud, a little out of tune

Thinking 'bout it now what I wouldn't do
To sing that song again
Sing that song again

Oh, oh
Sing that song again
Oh, oh

Sing that song again
Oh, oh
Sing that song again

Oh, oh