There's a picture of a covered bridge

With water running under it

Flowing through my mind, takes me back in time After haulin' hay all day

We'd stop by there and drop a tailgate

And take a dip to cool off a bit Blue sky would turn to red off in the west

We'd tear into a full igloo of Old Milwaukee's Best On a summer sundown, same old young crowd

Jeans and tank tops, bikinis, flip flops

And blankets on the ground My girl in my arms, sippin' on Boone's Farm, yeah

It seemed to take forever for the world to turn halfway around

Days were long and we were waitin' on a summer sundown We'd park our pick ups on the bank

Build a bon fire and we'd crank our radios

Loud as they would go Now and then, it never failed

Old man Baker'd start raisin' hell

About us being there, ah, but we didn't care If he called the law the fun would end

But everybody knew in a day or two

We'd all be back again On a summer sundown, same old young crowd

Jeans and tank tops, bikinis, flip flops

And blankets on the ground My girl in my arms, sippin' on Boone's Farm, yeah

It seemed to take forever for the world to turn halfway around

Days were long and we were waitin' on a summer sundown Same old young crowd

Jeans and tank tops, bikinis, flip flops

And blankets on the ground My girl in my arms, sippin' on Boone's Farm

It seemed to take forever for the world to turn halfway around

Days were long and we were waitin' on a summer sundown