You can have the small talk, you can have the hate
You can have the check your phone each time you get a little break
And you can have the lonely, you can have the bank
You can have the TV full of stations that tell you how to think

But the smell of old wood bleachers and the word of hometown preachers
Being rich was her and a cheap six-pack
Yeah, the shine of a new summer, barefoot baseball with my brother
First-time freedom with the windows cracked, I want that back

Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh

You can take away the judgment, take away the mirrors
And take away the wasting time on things you won't care about in years
And take away the drama, take away the shame
But take away the broken hearts, but just don't take away

The smell of old wood bleachers and the word of hometown preachers
Being rich was her and a cheap six-pack
Yeah, the shine of a new summer, barefoot baseball with my brother
First-time freedom with the windows cracked, I want that back (yeah)

Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh (oh)
Oh-oh-oh-oh (mm)

And sometimes I want the world I knew
When all it took to get me through
Was half a tank, nothing planned
Parking lots, petty and

The smell of old wood bleachers and the word of hometown preachers
Being rich was her and a cheap six-pack
Yeah, the shine of a new summer, barefoot baseball with my brother
First-time freedom with the windows cracked, I want that back (yeah)

Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I want that back (oh)
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh (oh, oh)
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I want that back

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Brett Eldredge, Scooter Carusoe