I got my mail today, this economy sucks
A bunch of bills I can't pay
I guess they're shit outta luck
But there was one from an old friend
Brought back memories
A black and white from way back when
It was hard to believe but that was us

That was us, riding' dirt roads
Shooting buckshot at signs
Drinking beer we just stole
Passing jugs full of shine
Even them girls with one of them boys
Singing old country gold
'Til we all lost our voice
That was us

Every once an a while, we'll catch a game or a race
But catching up on old times turns into hell that we raised
We'll start re-telling stories and lies we've rehearsed
About the girls we made out with
And how badass we were
That was us, that was us man

That was us down in Panama, cruising the strip
In the bed of my truck tossing beads and talking shit
Shot gunning beer, playing pong and flip cup
We never lost senior year, we tore them son-bitches up
That was us
That was us

Yeah, and we'll always remember those of us that we miss
We'll always be brothers and we'll never forget
But that was us that we carried with tears in our eyes
When the rest of us are buried, we're throwing down in the sky
So raise a glass to the memories that won't ever die (won't ever die)
Here's to friends, here's to family
And one hell of a time
Yeah, here's to us
Here's to us
Yeah, here's to us
Yeah, here's to us

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Writer(s): Brantley Keith Gilbert