Back In The Day

Mama she still got that picture Of me and Katie on homecoming night. She looked pretty in that fancy dress. That dang girl was a barefoot and blue jean Princess. A handful of rocks and daddy's front letters sure Did come in handy. For a teenage boy thinking all that mattered was A kiss that tastes like candy. Oh yeah. Back in the day we were wild and free. She was my dashboard drummer, butterflies in the Back seat. Little footprints on my window. A muffin mouth shed by the riverside. Four letters and a heart carved in a pine. A little sundress laying up there on the bank. While the water washed our innocence away. Back in the day. Friday night's I'd look up there in the bleachers. And I could see her with my letterman's jacket On. And I still got this scar here on my Right hand. From when Bobby told her she deserved a better Man. Oh, she hung right with me down to Panama City raising hell on the senior trip. And man ain't it funny it gets the best Of me and I just can't forget. I just can't forget. Back in the day we were wild and free. She was dashboard drummer, butterflies in the back Seat. Little footprints on my window. A muffin mouth shed by the riverside. Four letters and a heart carved a pine. A little sundress laying up there on the bank. While the water washed our innocence away. Back in the day. Summer was over, college was calling, Man I had to watch her leave. But I still wonder if she ever thinks of Me. 'Cause back in the day we were wild and Free. She was my dashboard drummer, butterflies in The back seat. Little footprints on my window. A muffin mouth shed by the riverside. Four letters and a heart carved in a pine. A little sundress laying up there on the bank. While the water washed our innocence away. It feels like yesterday, back in the day. Back in the day. Oh. Come on.