Do you remember riding the back roads at 76? We'd sneak home late, you could still smell the Jack on my lips Couple of young, dumb, broke-ass east-end kids And if you make it to the river, it's where I live Some people call us crazy for just living free But they don't understand the meaning of loyalty Us country boys and girls, we're easy to please All we need is a creek and a bottle of Beam Another Friday night at the pub Shooting pool and hiding our drunk We'd lose our voice from every song we sung I can still recall everything we were running from Another Friday night at the pub Shooting pool and hiding our drunk We'd lose our voice from every song we sung I can still recall everything we were running from