[Intro] D G D G [Verse 1] D G D There's a dive bar in Daytona, with a couple names on the wall G D A Right between go gators and old phone number for a good time call D G D There's a cornfield in Vidalia, some BF Goodrich tracks G D A Radio playing Copperhead Road, and the sky turned black [Chorus] G D G D That was us in a two-tone Chevy, can't help but smile when I'm looking back now G D A Two kids tearing up a little small town, thought we had it all figured out G D G D Running wild like a Tennessee river, a little reckless and a little hellbound G D A We were tailgate talking bout' forever, like our boots had never hit the ground Bm A G At the end of that trail of cans and a cloud of dust Baby that was us D G D [Verse 2] D G D There's a worn out track on a jukebox, to an old Keith Whitley song G D A You spun me around that ol' dancefloor all night long D G D And a rope burn on and old oak tree, hanging high over Miller Creek G D A I was scared to death, but boy you could talk me into anything [Chorus] G D G D That was us in a two-tone Chevy, can't help but smile when I'm looking back now G D A Two kids tearing up a little small town, thought we had it all figured out G D G D Running wild like a Tennessee river, a little reckless and a little hellbound G D A We were tailgate talking bout' forever, like our boots had never hit the ground Bm A G At the end of that trail of cans and a cloud of dust Baby that was us D G Baby that was us D G [Chorus] G D G D That was us in a two-tone Chevy, can't help but smile when I'm looking back now G D A We were two kids tearing up a little small town, thought we had it all figured out G D G D Running wild like a Tennessee river, a little reckless and a little hellbound G D A We were tailgate talking bout' forever, like our boots had never hit the ground Bm A G At the end of that trail of cans and a cloud of dust Bm A G We left our mark on everything we touched Baby that was us D G Baby that was us [Outro] D G D