Elvie Shane - Love, Cold Beer, Cheap Smoke

We weren't the ones runnin' up and down Main Street
We were the backroads sixer in the front seat
Knuckles busted, burnin' rubber, chasin' one thing
Countin' pennies on the counter for a Swisher Sweet

Them Friday night light boys
Raise 'em up high boys
Throwin' bottles at the signs
Lightin' up the sky

Runnin' outta town 'til we ran outta road
Runnin' our mouths, nothin' we didn't know
Just young enough to still wanna be old
Runnin' on love, cold beer, and cheap smoke
Runnin' on love, cold beer, and cheap smoke

She wasn't pompoms runnin' for the prom queen
She was a last dance with Mary Jane kinda free
She liked to go fast and I had a need for speed
Ain't no wonder why her daddy never liked me

A raised up right girl
Never home on time girl
Sittin' by my side
At 11:59

Runnin' outta town 'til we ran outta road
Runnin' our mouths, nothin' we didn't know
Just young enough to still wanna be old
Runnin' on love, cold beer, and cheap smoke
Runnin' on love, cold beer, and cheap smoke

I'm still that Friday night light boy
Raise 'em up high boy
Stop sign bullseye
She hits it every time

Runnin' outta town 'til we run outta road
Runnin' our mouths, nothin' we don't know
Just young enough to still wanna be old
Runnin' on love, cold beer, and cheap smoke
Runnin' outta town
Runnin' our mouths
Just young enough to still wanna be old
Runnin' on love, cold beer, and cheap smoke
Runnin' on love, cold beer, and cheap smoke

Written by:
Drew Green, Elvie Shane, Russell Sutton

Publisher:
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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