There's still black marks on that county road,
Where we drag raced our pick-ups and mustangs,
And weathered all the sun and rain,
And to this day up on that overpass,
Even underneath the new paint, you can still see,
«Ally, will you marry me?»
Take a ride, look around,
There ain't no doubt.
It sure left its mark on us, we sure left our mark on it,
We let the world know we were here, with everything we did.
We laid a lotta memories down,
Like tattoos on this town.
There's still a rope burn on that old branch
That hangs over the river,
I still got the scar from swinging out a little too far.
There ain't a corner of this hallowed ground,
That we ain't laughed or cried on,
It's where loved, lived and learned real life stuff,
It's everything we're made of.
It sure left its mark on us, we sure left our mark on it,
We let the world know we were here, with everything we did.
We laid a lotta memories down,
Like tattoos on this town.
Like tattoos on this town.
Everywhere, there we are,
It gets me right in my heart.
It sure left its mark on us, we sure left our mark on it,
We let the world know we were here, with everything we did.
We laid a lotta memories down,
Like tattoos on this town.
Like tattoos on this town.