

Prompt / Lyrics
(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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Garth Brooks shameless style
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11/28/2025