(Pine Knot Nights – 1987)
Verse 1
It was Friday night, the sun bled red behind the ridge
We were seventeen, half-wild, livin’ on the edge
Pony bottles of Bud sweatin’ in a Igloo chest
Camaro doors flung open, Skynyrd screamin’ from the deck
We’d roll down 27 with the windows cranked wide
Lookin’ for those McCreary County girls with fire in their eyes
Cut-off jeans, barefoot dancin’ in the gravel and the glow
Lord, I swear those blue-eyed angels stole every damn ounce of my soul
Chorus
We were Pine Knot boys, half-drunk and shameless
Runnin’ red lights, chasin’ love that was dangerous
Pony Buds in our hands, hearts beatin’ reckless and loud
Those McCreary County girls turned small-town nights into holy ground
I’d burn that county down just to hold her one more time
Yeah, we were young, broke, and beautiful in the summer of ’87, Pine Knot, Kentucky, 1987
Verse 2
She leaned on my fender, Copenhagen on her lip
Said, “Boy, you drive too fast, but I like the way you grip that stick”
We tore up Noetown Road, dust cloud in the moon
Radio preachin’ “Sweet Home” like it already knew
She slid across the bench seat, her hand on my thigh
Whispered, “If we die tonight, at least we learned how to fly”
I kissed her like tomorrow was a promise we’d never keep
Two kids too gone on each other to ever fall asleep
(Chorus)
Bridge
Years roll on like gravel under tires
Jobs and bills put out most of those fires
But every time I hear that steel guitar cry
I’m back on that blacktop, seventeen, and she’s still mine
Last Chorus (half-time, big)
Yeah, we were Pine Knot boys, half-drunk and shameless
Livin’ for the night and a love that was blameless
Pony Buds long gone, but I still taste her on the wind
If Heaven ain’t got backroads, I don’t wanna go in
I’d trade every tomorrow for one more yesterday night
With those McCreary County girls in the summer of ’87
Pine Knot, Kentucky, 1987
(Tag – soft)
Lord, I’m still shameless… when I think about her.
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