Billy Currington Growin' Up Down There текст песни, слова песни Growin' Up Down There Billy Currington
Billy Currington - Growin' Up Down There
Sure made for one nasty mess
Ah, but we were ridin' high in the old truck of mine
In deep as we could get
Always lookin' for a rut, tryin' not to get stuck
And swingin' that mud everywhere, growin' up down there
Me and my friends where the deep river bends
Had a long rope tied to a tree
Takin' turns on a swing, takin' turns takin' drinks
And I don't mean iced tea
A good buzz later playin' chicken with the gators
Way too young to be scared, growin' up down there
Chorus:
And those tan little peaches turnin' us on
Keepin' things hot all summer long
If I could back in a second I swear
Well, I'd still be growin' up down there
Well, nothin' going on ever lasted too long
We were good at makin' good times
Find a field spread the word keep a bonfire burnin'
Through both ends of the night
Had the radio up, had a keg in a truck
Tryin' to get lucky somewhere
Growin' up down there
And those tan little peaches turnin' us on
Keepin' things hot all summer long
If I could back in a second I swear
Well, I'd still be growin' up down there
And those tan little peaches turnin' us on
Keepin' things hot all summer long
If I could back in a second I swear
Well I'd still be growin' up down there
Yeah, lookin' back now man it don't seem fair
If you didn't get to do your growin' up down there
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