Younger days

Intro — slow drawl, warm guitar lick, vinyl crackle]

Yeah… back porch memories, summertime breeze,

Red clay on my shoes, smoke driftin’ through the trees.

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Back in the holler, where the nights run deep,

We was sippin’ cheap liquor, no shoes on our feet.

Cornbread dreams, chicken fry in the pan,

Mama worked double shifts, Daddy hustled what he can.

Front yard ball, duct tape on the rim,

Cousin on the corner with a smoke and a grin.

We ain’t have much, but we had enough,

A whole lotta love and a whole lotta rough.

Cruisin’ down dirt roads, speakers gon’ knock,

Talkin’ ‘bout tomorrow while the world still stopped.

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Back in the day when we was young and we were growing up,

Back in the day when we smoked and we never gave a fuck.

Back in the day when we was young and we were growing up,

Back in the day when we smoked and we never gave a fuck.

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Snapback sideways, cooler in the trunk,

Uncle taught us how to fish, cousin taught us how to stunt.

Bonfire nights, whole block came through,

Pass a jar ‘round the circle, that’s a country brew.

Church on Sunday, choir hit strong,

Friday night we wild out, Saturday long.

Dreams on the gravel, faith in the sky,

We was poor but proud, couldn’t kill that high.

Every laugh was a blessing, every scar was a song,

We was just tryin’ to make it, movin’ right through the wrong.

Back in the day when we was young and we were growing up,

Back in the day when we smoked and we never gave a fuck.

Back in the day when we was young and we were growing up,

Back in the day when we smoked and we never gave a fuck.

Yeah, we ain’t rich, but the love run thick,

We ain’t had gold, but the bond still stick.

Times was hard, but the nights was free,

And them backwoods days still live in me.

Now I’m grown with a fam, still hear that call,

Back porch wisdom, echoes through it all.

Taught me how to hustle, taught me how to pray,

Taught me how to laugh when the sky turn gray.

Ain’t about the dollars, ain’t about the fame,

It’s about where you came from, never hide your name.

Southern roots deep, planted strong in the clay,

I still ride for my people, still sing it this way.

Back in the day when we was young and we were growing up,

Back in the day when we smoked and we never gave a fuck.

Back in the day when we was young and we were growing up,

Back in the day when we smoked and we never gave a fuck.