Twenty dollars out of momma's purse bought
us a tank of gas
And some Redman tobacco
when we were just teenage kids
Me and my old buddy Leroy,
we'd go driving around
If there was trouble to be found,
then man we dang sure did
Cutting doughnuts in the fields
'Till old man Smith would call the cops
He'd come runnin'out with a shotgun cause we were runnin' down his crops
And I reckon he's still wonderin' who that was
But that was us
Now some of these old local boys moved on
but we never changed a bit
Never had a lick of sense, least that's what
some folks said
Then finally we turned old enough to buy our
own beer
Don't remember much about that year,
just lucky we ain't dead
'Cause somebody said they saw some boys
With a truck looked just like mine
Tryin' to pull down that old water tank
That sits out on the country line
And people wonder why it leans the way it does
That was us
Seems like small towns never change
But things get tough when times get hard
And they said when he got sick
Old man Smith would've lost the farm
'Cause he was getting' way behind on all his bills
'Till somebody brought his crops in from the fields
Yeah and folks 'round here still wonder who
that was