Every first day of Summer
Feels like the last of school
Windows down, music up
Doing donuts in our trucks
Once the clock struck 3 in the afternoon
I can still remember
The way she looked back at me
Jenny Lynn and her friends in a circle
Shakes her head and says
Boys only think of one thing
We were wild
We were free
With no responsibilities
Back in the day
Sun Drop in a bottle
Sitting on the tailgate outside of McDonalds
Friday night, full moon in the holler
Good times down to our last dollar
Back in the day
Everybody pitched a five in
Bobby's brother bought the beer
All the curfews were broke
All the rules up in smoke
Man, my mom wore me out that year
I was working for the weekend
Stuffing money in the jar
Saving up for three months
Till I knew I had enough
To buy that old pawn shop guitar
I was young
I was sure
Jenny Lynn was my whole world
Back in the day
Sun Drop in a bottle
Sitting on the tailgate outside of McDonalds
Friday night full moon in the holler
Good times down to our last dollar
Back in the day
And after all this time
And all these years
That first-time feeling
She's still right here
In my arms and every kiss
I still love her
The same way that I did
Like, back in the day
Sun Drop in a bottle
Sitting on the tailgate outside of McDonalds
Falling in love one song at a time
I had her heart, man, she's still got mine
Since back in the day
Oh, back in the day