Yeah that 21 summer wasn't like no other
Fulla rollin' rock and learnin' to fly
It was minimum wage
Hot as hell haulin' hay
Jonesin' for a sun Down sky
In a town fulla same old news
We found a field fulla somethin' to do
We had a pocket fulla paycheck
Friday summer sweatin green
Burnin holes in blue jeans
We had a bank fulla river
Where the pretty girls would shiver
Skinny dipping underneath that moon beam
And a circle fulla short bed chevys
In the fire light
Songs fulla country
Coolers full of good times
It was a dollar ninety nine for some chevron ice
Slidin' slushin' round in the bed
It had a makeshift handle
Made of ace duck tape
Ain't nuthin colder than that Coleman red
Those days
Those nights
Yeah they felt
So right
We had a pocket fulla paycheck
Friday summer sweatin green
Burnin holes in blue jeans
We had a bank fulla river
Where the pretty girls would shiver
Skinny dipping underneath that moon beam
And a circle fulla short bed chevys
In the fire light
Songs fulla country
Coolers full of good times
We had a pocket fulla paycheck
Friday summer sweatin green
Burnin holes in blue jeans
We had a bank fulla river
Where the pretty girls would shiver
Skinny dipping underneath that moon beam
And a circle fulla short bed chevys
In the fire light
Songs fulla country
Coolers full of good times
Oh good times
Good times
Good times