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It was me and her all summer long
And I learned early on
That there was nothing hotter than Jeannie Jones in July
Parked down by the river's edge
With a six-string in my truck bed
I pull it out as the sun set in the pines
I tell ya, learning Brown Eyed Girl
Was the best thing I ever did
Before I hit the last chord she was begging for more
Saying, "Sing that song again"
So I sang that song again
Sha la la
We sang it out like we wrote it
And drove that old Ford like we stole it
Oh, oh
Livin' loud and proud, a little out of tune
Thinking 'bout it now what I wouldn't do
To sing that song again
Sing that song again
Bobby Ray had a Mustang
After school when the bell rang
We'd all pile into that old thing and fly
It was skoal cans and ball caps
Chasing girls, and skippin' class
And the radio was the soundtrack to our lives
We'd sang Glory Days with Springsteen
And as soon as it would end
We'd hit rewind every time
Just to sing that song again
Never thought those days would end
Sha la la
We sang it out like we wrote it
And drove that old Ford like we stole it
Oh, oh
Livin' loud and proud, a little out of tune
Thinking 'bout it now what I wouldn't do
To sing that song again
Oh, oh
We sang it out like we wrote it
Drove that old Ford like we stole it
Oh, oh
Livin' loud and proud, a little out of tune
Thinking 'bout it now what I wouldn't do
To sing that song again
To sing that song again
Oh, oh
Sing that song again
Oh, oh