Cooler full of ice from the corner market
Twelve pack of Lite is what we poured on it
Thanks to that fake ID, 17 going on 23
Everybody piled up in the truck
Dirt road anthem on the stereo blaring
Fifteen miles on the other side
Of that buckshot side of county line
Bonfire burning up that Southern sky
We were just backroad, barefoot dancing in the KC lights
Holding our own here in this small town
Living it up while we were throwing it down
In that red, white cut off blue jean summer
Red, white cut off blue jean summer
Flannel tied up hanging round my waistline
Mason jars filled to the tip with moonshine
Sipping it up nice and slow
Because it’s all gone before you know
With that
Bonfire burning up that Southern sky
We were just backroad, barefoot dancing in the KC lights
Holding our own here in this small town
Living it up while we were throwing it down
In that red, white cut off blue jean summer
Blue jean summer, yeah
We were young, we were dumb, we were wild and free
No money in our pockets, nowhere to be
We were living for the minute
Caught all up in that high school dream
Yeah that, bonfire burning up that Southern sky
We were just backroad, barefoot dancing in the KC lights
Holding our own here in this small town
Living it up while we were throwing it down
In that red, white cut off blue jean summer
Yeah that bonfire burning up that Southern sky
We were just backroad, barefoot dancing in the KC lights
(Dancing in the KC lights)
Holding our own here in this small town
Living it up while we were throwing it down
In that red, white cut off blue jean summer
Red, white cut off blue jean summer, yeah