Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Toby Keith
Lead Vocals
Aubrey Haynie
Fiddle
Biff Watson
Acoustic Guitar
Chad Cromwell
Drums
Eric Darken
Percussion
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Kenny Greenberg
Electric Guitar
Kevin Grant
Bass Guitar
Perry Coleman
Background Vocals
Russ Pahl
Steel Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Toby Keith
Songwriter
Bobby Pinson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Toby Keith
Producer
Jed Hackett
Editing Engineer
Ken Love
Mastering Engineer
Mills Logan
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
I had a hand me down ride painted rattle can red
Second hand tires with poor boy tread
Made a lot of almost love in the bed of that truck
That got stuck a lot
Just letter jacket boys singing Jerry Jeff songs
Drinking everything we could get our hands on
Learning 'bout right by doing it wrong
Hoping we didn't get caught
And we spent what little bit of money we had
On wintergreen Skoal and main street gas
Go get your girl, go make the drag
If you're lucky you can take her cross the rail road tracks
Where the man in the moon works his magic
On the second runner up of the 4H pageant
Seems like yesterday, even though
That was fourteen hundred and fifty two beers ago
Skipped that town on my birthday
For eighteen years I was headed that way
Where old red stopped I just stayed
In a room without a view
I met a one look girl in a two bit bar
I had a place, she had a car
I won her heart with my guitar
I sang her the homesick blues 'bout
Spending what little bit of money we had
On wintergreen Skoal and main street gas
Go get your girl, go make the drag
If you're lucky you can take her cross the railroad tracks
Where the man in the moon works his magic
On the second runner up of the 4H pageant
It seems like yesterday, even though
That was fifteen hundred and sixty two beers ago
Spending what little bit of money we had
On wintergreen Skoal and main street gas
And go get your girl and go make the drag
If you're lucky you can take her cross the railroad tracks
Where the man in the moon works his magic
On the second runner up of the 4H pageant
It seems like yesterday, even though
That was sixteen hundred and fifty two beers
A whole lot of highway, a whole lot of year
Sixteen hundred and fifty three beers ago
Writer(s): Bobby Pinson, Toby Keith
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