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Thank God he don't charge to look at the stars So, we built fires 'stead of going to bars The pallets we stole from the back of Walmart Lit up every acre of Will's cotton farm We spent every summer out in the heat Cutting that grass and cutting our teeth 'Cause life ain't easy, it sure ain't cheap, but if you asked eighteen me Yeah, gas was like gold in a Silverado rocket To kiss on the hood was like money in our pockets We didn't have a bit of it in our wallets, but it felt like we did Our bank had some clothes and a rope on a limb Twelve pack 'stead of six if you scratch and you win We didn't have much, but we had it all back when We were just a bunch of red dirt rich kids Worked hard like our daddies Try to make 'em proud 'Cause our last name wasn't all they handed down Like the trucks we drove, laps around town Till the tank ran dry, or the sun came out Yeah, gas was like gold in a Silverado rocket To kiss on the hood was like money in our pockets We didn't have a bit of it in our wallets, but it felt like we did Our bank had some clothes and a rope on a limb Letras de cancionesTwelve pack 'stead of six if you scratch and you win We didn't have much, but we had it all back when We were just a bunch of red dirt rich kids Some red dirt rich kids Yeah, some of us got out, some of us stuck around Some are blue collar and some ain't now But damn, looking back, yeah, life was better somehow When gas was like gold in a Silverado rocket To kiss on the hood was like money in our pockets Didn't have a bit of it in our wallets, but it felt like we did When our bank had some clothes and a rope on a limb Twelve pack 'stead of six if you scratch and you win We didn't have much, but we had all back when We were just a bunch of red dirt rich kids Some red dirt rich kids Some red dirt rich kids We had it all back when We were just a bunch of red dirt rich kids From Letras Mania