Chris Buck Band - Good Ol' Days

My first kiss high school dance
Sitting on those bleacher stands
My first drink, homemade wine
Tippin' back under the stars that night
Never thought to ask where yesterday may go
So young and free just killing time
Driving to fast on those dotted lines
Those memories won't fade away
Looking back on those good ol' days
Yeah looking back on those good ol' days
Overtime 3rd and goal
That game was our super Bowl
Chasing dreams rock and roll
Ticket stub Tom Petty show
If I could learn to fly right back in time I'd go

Written by:
Chris Buck / Jeff Johnson / Ryan Stead / Anthony Fiddler

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Lyrics © ROYALTY MUSIC PUBLISHING, Anthem Entertainment

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