Living It Up

My friends are living it up Getting drunk in the back of a pick up truck Throwing down em lines by the river Late at night they black out for the thrills They'll either make it home or end up locked in a cell They keep living it up Out back burnin rubber off the tires of a truck Pack a lip and smoke darts for dinner Cause the morning's ain't coming up fast They're lighting up a fire till no one is left They're not coming home It ain't look like this in a long time Ripping down dirt roads when the suns down Back in my home town Fishing with em buck rounds Cause if you're living in this place You better know how I used to worry if I left That they'll outgrow me But 786 still the home That holds the old me I'm start to overthink a little When I'm sitting alone But I'll keep coming To those warm glades where I was raised where Them tailgates overflow And even if you don't believe it Soon you'll hear it You'll hear them say My friends are living it up Getting drunk in the back of a pick up truck Throwing down em lines by the river Late at night they black out for the thrills They'll either make it home or end up locked in a cell They keep living it up Out back burnin rubber off the tires of a truck Pack a lip and smoke darts for dinner Cause the morning's ain't coming up fast They're lighting up a fire till no one is left They're not coming home Yeah I am proud of who I am Of where I come from where I been Of that old place I call my home My friends keep living it up They keep on running in between Them Georgia pines and southern keys The whole damn place they call a home And my friends are living it up Getting drunk in the back of a pick up truck Hit the gas going fast cause they ain't had enough There ain't nobody getting home safely They're always out on the run They keep living it up Out back burnin rubber off the tires of a truck Running tracks till they crash or get stuck in the mud And ill never wanna be the last to go They're not coming home