We could sit out on the front porch|And wait for the sun to go down|Or we could jump into the pickup truck|And crank it up and ride around||Or I could race you down the main street|And meet you at the old courthouse|Or we could buy a bunch of beer|And knock 'em back until we all pass out||Here's to old times when this old place was ours|Back before they tore the diner down|Here's to my old friends who didn't scatter with the wind|You haven't changed at all since way back then|And you make this old town feel like home again||Do you remember that night|It rained out the football game?|That night we partied with the girls|From Fort Worth till the police came||You know we knew we'd probably|Never see any of those girls again|But to this day when I drink tequila|I think of them||Here's to old times when this old place was ours|Back before they tore the diner down|Here's to my old friends who didn't scatter with the wind|You haven't changed at all since way back then|And you make this old town feel like home again||I don't wanna hear you talk about|How you're stuck here and can't get out|You're right where you're supposed to be|I am so glad you're here for me, here for me||Here's to old times when this old place was ours|Back before they tore the diner down|Here's to my old friends who didn't scatter with the wind|You haven't changed at all since way back then|And you make this old town feel like home again||Feels like home again|Sure feels like home again