I got my mail today,
Just the kind that miss us,
A bunch of bills I can't pay,
I guess their shit outta luck,
But there was one from an ol' friend,
Brought back memories,
Black and white from way back when,
It was hard to believe that was us.
That was us ridin' dirtroads,
Shootin' buckshot at signs,
Drinkin' beer we just stole,
Passin' jugs full of 'shine,
Leavin' the girls... of the boys.
Singin' old country gold 'til we all lost our voice,
That was us
In once an a while, we'll catch a game or a race,
Catchin' up on old times turns into hell that we raised,
We'll start retelling stories, and lies we've rehearsed,
about the girls we made out with,
And how badass we were,
That was us
That was us down in Panama,
Cruisin' the strip,
In the bed of my truck tossin' beads and talkin' shit,
Shotgunin' beer playin pong and flip cup,
But never lost seein' you and tore them some bitches up,
That was us,
That was us,
Man we'll always remember those of us that we miss
We'll always be brothers and we'll never forget,
That that was us that we carry the tears in our eyes,
When the rest of us are burried but throwin' down in the sky,
So raise a glass to the memories,
That wont ever die,
Here's to friends,
Here's to family,
And one hell of a time,
Yeah here's to us,
Here's to us,
Here's to us.
Here's to us
compositores: BRANTLEY KEITH GILBERT
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