Chipped in on gas
With that old bucket of rust
And cheap beer
Then in a cloud of dust
We showed that town our taillights
And we were gone
Truth or dare
Led to my first kiss
Then I scratched a little secret
Off my bucket list
Still think about her
When I hear that George Strait song

When I close my eyes
And I look back
Oh it's kinda sad
But I have to laugh
About the fun we had
When good ole days
Were young
If I could hit rewind
On that old clock
I'd roll back time
To a place and stop
Smack dab in the middle
Of our nights in the sun

Where we sang
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, our nights in the sun

We cannon balled
Off of that railroad bridge
And swam to the banks
Of that old McLeod River
Crashing in the bed of our trucks
When the beer ran out (yeah we did)
The pretty girls liked guys
That could play guitar
When you do a little bit
Of fishing in the dark
You can find a love
That you'll never forget about

When I close my eyes
And I look back
Oh it's kinda sad
But I have to laugh
About the fun we had
When good ole days
Were young
If I could hit rewind
On that old clock
I'd roll back time
To a place and stop
Smack dab in the middle
Of our nights in the sun

Where we sang
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, our nights in the sun

When I close my eyes
And I look back
Oh it's kinda sad
But I have to laugh
About the fun we had
When good ole days
Were young
If I could hit rewind
On that old clock
I'd roll back time
To a place and stop
Smack dab in the middle
Of our nights in the sun

Where we sang
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, our nights in the sun
We sang
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, our nights in the sun
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na

Anyone who says your golden years
Are in your fifties, sixties
Or even seventies is wrong
Your golden years are when you're young
With your friends, chasing girls, falling in love
Those are the best years
Or as they say, your nights in the sun