[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
