Throwback

Concrete and creek rock, they're still circled up Man, it's been a few years since we lit it up Friday nights after the game with the boys and a little Hank Redwood smoke makes me miss those nights on Cedar Creek It's a throwback to a throw down When wherever we stood was our stomping ground And we'd wish it all back again We wouldn't change a thing, no That's a kickback to a good time Cold beer chasing the moonshine Our first taste of freedom Thought nothing could ever beat it That's a throwback Yeah, that's a throwback Waited 18 years for that cap and gown, to tear up PCB That Skynyrd record, it takes me back to six strings on a beach One last jam before the real world started and we'd be on our own Making mistakes we'd talk about every time we'd hear that song It's a throwback to a throw down When wherever we stood was our stomping ground And we'd wish it all back again We wouldn't change a thing, no That's a kickback to a good time Cold beer chasing the moonshine Our first taste of freedom Thought nothing could ever beat it That's a throwback Yeah, that's a throwback Here's to the wasted time and wasted nights we won't ever get back Cheers to you and me and small town dreams, so tonight let's throw one back It's a throwback to a throw down When wherever we stood was our stomping ground And we'd wish it all back again We wouldn't change a thing, no That's a kickback to a good time Cold beer chasing the moonshine Our first taste of freedom Thought nothing could ever beat it That's a throwback Yeah, that's a throwback