Passin' 'round a fifth where the cops couldn't find us Sneakin' primetimes just to catch a midnight buzz Burnin' that gas 'til the last truck was runnin' on fumes Cotton on a limb by the Honey Run River Jordan's on the bank while you're jumpin' in with her Talkin' them six-strings, and it gettin' me out there soon
All them days were like waves Yeah, they rolled, didn't know just how fast they would go All the nights, paradise We were young, we were dumb, burnin' hot like the sun And you can't put a price on the good times that never get old California gold California gold
Can't beat the view or the girls or the weather Ain't it a shame you can't stay young forever? Those three little words almost turned this Honda around Wonder what she's doin' now
All them days were like waves Yeah, they rolled, didn't know just how fast they would go All the nights, paradise We were young, we were dumb, burnin' hot like the sun And you can't put a price on the good times that never get old California gold California gold
Always right there in the back of my mind Them take-you-back-home roads get to rewindin' Me right back to that old silver linin'
All them days were like waves Yeah, they rode, didn't know just how fast they would go All the nights, paradise We were young, we were dumb, burnin' hot like the sun And you can't put a price on the good times that never get old California gold California gold California gold Woah, yeah California gold
Compositores: Nate Smith, Lindsay Rimes, John Byron, Ashley Gorley & Taylor Phillips