(Verse 1) Wake up early, loadin’ up Halo, Trash talk loud till somebody hit a no-scope. Masterin’ “Free Bird” on Guitar Hero, Plastic guitars made us feel like stars, yo. Dreamin’ big from basement lights, Small-town nights felt like a movie scene. Yeah, those were the summers we lived for, No clocks, no stress, just an open back door. Ridin’ through the night with the whole crew, Laughin’ so hard we forgot what hurt do. Long days, short nights, felt brand new, Brothers by choice — yeah, you know who. (Pre-Hook) Hoops on a gravel drive, No plan at all — just feelin’ alive. (Hook) Miss the days when we could sleep in, No socials tellin’ us we gotta check in. Ridin’ carts, runnin’ wild through the free land, Just vibin’ with a couple best friends. Long summers wishin’ they would never end, All those stories from way back then. After all the hell we’ve been through — Here’s to those small-time county boys. (Verse 2) Streetlights flickered but we never went home, Didn’t know those nights would live in our bones. Chasin’ girls, laughin’ till it hurt, Dreamin’ bigger than this little county could. Didn’t know then what we know now — Those were the days we still talk about. Wings and fights for UFC night, Man, those were the nights everything felt right. What’s it feel like to be a ghost? Thought we were rockstars coast to coast. Crack up now at what the hell we thought, But those memories still hit when they cross my thoughts. (Hook 2) Miss the days when we could sleep in, No socials tellin’ us we gotta check in. Ridin’ carts, runnin’ wild through the free land, Just vibin’ with a couple best friends. Long summers wishin’ they would never end, All those stories from way back then. After all the hell we’ve been through — Here’s to those small-time county boys. (Bridge — emotional lift) Not blood, but brothers all the same, Different roads but we carry the name. Time moved on and we grew old, Little kids of our own to hold. Sometimes I go back in my mind, To those lost summer times… (Final Hook) Miss the days when we could sleep in, No socials tellin’ us we gotta check in. Ridin’ carts, runnin’ wild through the free land, Just vibin’ with a couple best friends. Long summers wishin’ they would never end, All those stories from way back then. After all the hell we’ve been through — Here’s to those small-time county boys…

Small-Town Summer