red white

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

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