You can have the small talk
you can have the hate
You can have the check your phone
each time you get a little break
And you can have the lonely
you can have the pain
You can have the Tv full of stations
that tell you how to think

But the smell of old wood bleachers
and a word of hometown preachers
Being rich was her and a cheap six-pack
Yeah, the shine of a new summer
barefoot baseball with my brother
First-time freedom with the windows cracked
I want that back

Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh

You can take away the judgment
take away the mirrors
And take away the wasting time
on things you won't care about in years
And take away the drama, take away the shame
And take away your broken heart
but just don't take away

The smell of old wood bleachers
and a word of hometown preachers
Being rich was her and a cheap six-pack
Yeah, the shine of a new summer
barefoot baseball with my brother
First-time freedom with the windows cracked
I want that back

Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh

And sometimes I want the world I knew
When all it took to get me through
Was half a tank, nothing planned
Parking lots, Petty and

And the smell of old wood bleachers
and a word of hometown preachers
Being rich was her and a cheap six-pack
Yeah, the shine of a new summer
barefoot baseball with my brother
First-time freedom with the windows cracked
I want that back

Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I want that back
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I want that back