kicked up dust the color of rust
on a busted up old pickup truck windshield
Miles on boots and faded blues
And just enough money for the weekend
With blood, sweat, and tears
Blue lights, rearview mirrors
Where the hell that gets raised round here
Headlights blinking, small town circles
We are, we are, we are, we are
Losing, living, loving hard
In the back seats of our cars
And it's written on our hands
Oh -oh, oh -oh, oh -oh, oh -oh
We are sleepy kudzu -covered dreams
on blocks out in overgrown yards
We are a Friday night kind of thirsty
Favorite number on your jersey,
We are, we are, we are, we are
We are, we are, we are, we are
Losin', livin', lovin' hard
in the back seats of our cars
And it's written on our hands
We are, we are, we are, we are
Losing, living, loving hard
In the back seats of our cars
And it's written on our hands