"American Summer" lyrics

Moonshine Bandits & Burn County Lyrics

"American Summer"

She was a flash in my life like a bolt through the sky
We were both eighteen, learning to fly
When she told me she loved me in the back of my
Buddy's truck
Oh, how the sweet smell of those summer memories fade
Sometimes I wish I, could relive those days
We laughed, we cried, we lived life wild
And when I close my eyes I see you one more time

We used to drive all night down them country roads
Chasing tail, raising hell with our brothers
Passing grandpa's whiskey in that bonfire smoke
Telling tales and lies about lovers
Drinking one right after the other
Took a whole day and night to recover
From those American summers

In a midnight blue Chevy, kill the headlights
A young gun wilding, running red lights
Shotgun tucked underneath the stepside
Me and my brothers just running the west side
American flag back of a window
Rolling up a zag, dad's old Pinto
Sipping old crow, knowing its stolen
Same damn bottle grandad was holding
Five miles out where there's no police
She lit the flame by an old oak tree
Shifting gears, she was moving fast
Burn it slow, so the memories last

We used to dance all night to some rock 'n' roll
What a hell of a spell we were under
Yeah, she stole my heart and she rocked my soul
And the first real love was discovered
Then we said goodbye to each other
Took a whole damn year to recover
From those American summers

We used to drive all night down them country roads
Chasing tail, raising hell with our brothers
Passing grandpa's whiskey in that bonfire smoke
Telling tales and lies about lovers

We used to drive all night down them country roads
Chasing tail, raising hell with our brothers
Passing grandpa's whiskey in that bonfire smoke
Telling tales and lies about lovers
Drinking one right after the other
Took a whole day and night to recover
From those American summers
From those American summers
From those American summers


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