Every Bit Of That

I was sixteen, and didn't have a care
T-tops off,
Wind in my hair
Radio up so I could hear those country songs
I had a brown-eyed girl, she was sittin' shot gun,
Holdin; my hand in the hot summer sun
Black Trans Am, with the pedal down and we were gone.
Raisin' hell, not thinkin' twice;
It's a wonder we survived.
I was so young, restless and wild
Actin' so tough with the heart of a child
Now I smile as I look back
Her bare feet up, on the dash,
Tellin' a joke and makin' her laugh,
And I miss every bit of that.

Things have changed since I was sixteen.
All I've got are some worn out dreams,
And a radio that won't pick a station up.
And that brown-eyed girl,
Well, she moved on.
To put it lightly she's long gone,
And I sold that muscle car when gas went up.

They say change is a good thing
And I sure do miss the old days.

I was so young, restless and wild
Actin' so tough with the heart of a child
Now I smile as I look back
Her bare feet up, on the dash,
Tellin' a joke and makin' her laugh,
And I miss every bit of that.

I take a plane, I'm doin' good.
I'd go back if I could
To when

I was so young, restless and wild
Actin' so tough with the heart of a child
Back when my life was right on track.
Hot summer nights with a brown-eyed girl,
Neither of us a care in the world.
And I miss every bit of that...

Miss every bit of that...

I miss every bit of that...

That...

Miss every bit of that...