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We were sixteen riding in a mustang Somebody handed it back to me I took a hit and then I stared out of a window I knew I'd never be the same We were flying, down a highway I had the radio up full blast Threw a beer bottle up against a stop sign We had to stop for gas Chorus: Hey mama, I'm out for the weekend These friends of mine ain't worth a damn They ain't never gonna make it in the real world Keep praying mama, maybe I am We'd drive the back roads Out by the ghost bridge We'd always stop our car halfway across Someone'd tell a story 'bout a fatal car crash We'd turn the motor and the lights off We'd always try to make it back home on time Never seemed to fail we never did We were young and we were howling at a full moon Bunch of no good punk ass kids Repeat Chorus From Letras Mania