Smokin' cigarettes down on the let
Talkin' who's hot, who's not,
big blocks, Pontiac, folds and shit
When his daddy found a better wage
Ain't seen him in forever
Cause nothing gets better with age
Nothing gets me like they get me
And when they hit me, I'm gone
With a smile on back to the old days
From the old page if you with me
get your glass raised and sing a long
I can still see my Becky's
singing brown eyed girl off key
Hanging with the gang after
with my jersey number on a chain
In the bottom of a chest in my buddy's barn
Back when life was nothin'
And bangin' on cheap guitars
With old friends, old whiskey,
Nothin' gets me like they get me
And when they hit me, I'm gone
With a smile on back to the old days
From the old page if you're with me
get your glass raised and sing along
Now me and my rowdy friends
we ain't rowdy on down just yet
Some of us still like to rock and
We'll probably never lose our
We're always gonna get high
Singing bye -bye, Miss American Pie
Nothing gets me like they get me
And when they hit me, I'm gone
With a smile on back to the old days
If you're with me, get your glass ready
To old friends, old whiskey,
Oh friends, oh whiskey, and oh song