Concrete and creek rock, they're still circled up
Man, it's been a few years since we lit it up
Friday nights after the game with the boys and a little Hank
Redwood smoke makes me miss those nights on Cedar Creek
It's a throwback to a throw down
When wherever we stood was our stomping ground
And we'd wish it all back again
We wouldn't change a thing, no
That's a kickback to a good time
Cold beer chasing the moonshine
Our first taste of freedom
Thought nothing could ever beat it
That's a throwback
Yeah, that's a throwback
Waited 18 years for that cap and gown, to tear up PCB
That Skynyrd record, it takes me back to six strings on a beach
One last jam before the real world started and we'd be on our own
Making mistakes we'd talk about every time we'd hear that song
It's a throwback to a throw down
When wherever we stood was our stomping ground
And we'd wish it all back again
We wouldn't change a thing, no
That's a kickback to a good time
Cold beer chasing the moonshine
Our first taste of freedom
Thought nothing could ever beat it
That's a throwback
Yeah, that's a throwback
Here's to the wasted time and wasted nights we won't ever get back
Cheers to you and me and small town dreams, so tonight let's throw one back
It's a throwback to a throw down
When wherever we stood was our stomping ground
And we'd wish it all back again
We wouldn't change a thing, no
That's a kickback to a good time
Cold beer chasing the moonshine
Our first taste of freedom
Thought nothing could ever beat it
That's a throwback
Yeah, that's a throwback