Verse 1
There’s a dive bar in Daytona
With a couple names on a wall
Right between go gators and an old phone number
For a good time call
There’s a corn fields in Vidalia
With some BF Goodrich tracks
An old radio playing cooperhead road
’til the sky turned black
Chorus
That was us in a two-tone Chevy
Can’t help but smile
When I’m looking back now
Two kids tearing up, a little small town
Thought we had it all figured out
Running wild like a Tennessee river
Little reckless and a little hellbound
We were tailgate talking ’bout forever
Like our boots had never hit the ground
And at the end of that trail of cans
And a cloud of dust
Baby, that was us
Verse 2
There’s a worn out track on a jukebox
An old Keith Whitley song
You spun me around that old dance floor all night long
And a rope burn on an old oak tree
Hanging high over Miller creek
Lord I was scared to death
But boy, you could talk into me anything
Yeah, you could
Chorus
That was us in a two-tone Chevy
Can’t help but smile
When I’m looking back now
Two kids tearing up, a little small town
Thought we had it all figured out
Running wild like a Tennessee river
Little reckless and a little hellbound
We were tailgate talking ’bout forever
Like our boots had never hit the ground
And at the end of that trail of cans
And a cloud of dust
Baby, that was us
Baby, that was us
Outro
That was us in a two-tone Chevy
Can’t help but smile
When I’m looking back now
Two kids tearing up, a little small town
Thought we had it all figured out
Running wild like a Tennessee river
Little reckless and a little hellbound
We were tailgate talking ’bout forever
Like our boots had never hit the ground
And at the end of that trail of cans
And a cloud of dust
Yeah, we left our mark on everything we touched
Baby, that was us
Baby, that was us
Baby, that was us
