Written by Lee Brice/Rob Hatch/Lance Miller
Intro: G D Em C Verse 1 G Well, I remember Friday nights, Em We were full of bull and natural light D C Rock stars under the parking lot lights G Killin' time in a little town Em D Window's tinted up, tailgates down Running our mouths, riding up and down C Just looking for a fight Em D C We heard all our stories a thousand times Em D C Somebody go on and tell 'em again, ain't nobody gonna mindG D Em C VERSE 2 G Em Like I still smell the crawfish stand, diving head first in the morning drink D C Standing in the lake watching water skis go by, G Em Got a pretty girl sitting on my shoulders and another pretty girl trying to push her over D C My boys on the bank letting the horse shoes fly Em D C Em D C Well, I can still see it now, all of us pilin' in our trucks and heading back into town CHORUS SOLO: G D Em C G D Here's to last call when we didn't care, holding' our shots up in the air Em C A bunch of reckless boys, man I swear, it's a wonder we survived G D To the trucks that drove us home, the secrets we never told Em C And all the talks on old dirt roads that somehow changed our lives Em D C Here's to the nights we don't remember Em D C Here's to the nights we don't remember and the friends we won't forget outtro: G D Em CG D Here's to the good ole boy, the guitars that made the noise Em C And all the girls that we annoyed, and the ones we kissed goodnight, G D To the trucks that drove us home, secrets we never told Em C And all the talks on old dirt roads that somehow changed our lives Em D C Here's to the nights we don't remember and the friends we won't forget
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