IntroVerseSmoking Swishers Like We Just Don't CareHolding 99 Cent Lighters Way Up In The AirDrowning Fears With The King Of Beers 'Til We Wasn't ScaredTo Talk To The Girl On The Rusted Out FenderI Remember Stealing Pallets Just To Build Us A FireOut In A Field Full Of Whiskey, Weeds, And WineRunning On Empty But I Never Got TiredOf Keeping Mama Up All Night And Making Daddy Wanna Kick My AssHookWe Were Going No Where FastLiving For The Moment, Not Thinking Ahead Or Looking BackFrom The Outside Looking InWe Might Have Been A Little Rough Around The EdgesBut The Devil Couldn't Catch Us 'Cause, Hey, At The End Of The DayWe Were Raised To PrayInstrumentsVerse 2Sure Owe A Lot To That Old King James Under The Seat With My Last NameOn The Cover Of It, Should Have Opened It MoreInstead Of Letting It Slide Around On The Truck FloorInstruments 2BridgeWe Were Washed In The Blood Covered In MudHolding Onto Anything That Felt Like LoveCome Hell Or High Water We Wouldn't Let It GoOutro
