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Summer Of '89 
Hard
de Butch Walker
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Sa - Tur - Day!
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Changing strings
Banging on things
A couple of girls from the school
Would listen to KISS
With rockets for fists
Acting like Saturdays fools
how to smoke
Told dirty jokes
Talked about loose girls from Rome
I made out with most of them
So I raised a toast to them
Especially now that I'm old
And they're 45 with husbands who don't their wives
3 or 4 kids, make enough to survive
In their paper mill jobs
While their teen heartthrobs
Are playing in bands
Or they're dead
Can I go to when
I was the winner
Way the rain came
And washed away the sinners?
Everyone was something and
Nothing was done right or wrong
Oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Smothering the cover of a '69 summer
Played through a speaker of fuzz
knew Bryan Adams wasn't cool
The TV just told me he was
heard the sound
Get me out of this town
Resonating clear in my head
Chuck ran away with our gear and the drugs
Ya know I'm pretty that he's dead
Or he's 46 and alone
Cast the heaviest stone
cover band playing bad to the bone
In a bathtub of meth
You can smell own death
You know when you can't look your past in the eye
Can I just go back to when
I was the winner
Way before the rain came
And washed away the sinners?
Everyone was something
And I never do any wrong
Oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Went back to the woods
I hid all my goods
In a rusted out door
We all get nostalgic
And fall for the hat trick
Of thinking it'll be like before
Like the jocks
Trying to please their pops
And the stoners aping their bad uncles taught
And the teachers who cared
More I ever knew
They knew I played clubs
Let me sleep school
And my day job boss
Who wrote it up as a loss
But let me leave when I wanted and I got caught
Sleeping out on the field
In the of my truck
the bars
Stealing the beer and getting fucked
By a girl twice my age, minimum wage
But the tan were good
And she had a face
Is this what I've become?
Is this all I've become?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
do I
I wanna go back to when
I was the winner
Way the rain came
And washed away the sinners
Everyone was someone and
And I could never do any wrong
Oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Changing strings
Banging on things
A couple of girls from the school
Would listen to KISS
With rockets for fists
Acting like Saturdays fools
how to smoke
Told dirty jokes
Talked about loose girls from Rome
I made out with most of them
So I raised a toast to them
Especially now that I'm old
And they're 45 with husbands who don't their wives
3 or 4 kids, make enough to survive
In their paper mill jobs
While their teen heartthrobs
Are playing in bands
Or they're dead
Can I go to when
I was the winner
Way the rain came
And washed away the sinners?
Everyone was something and
Nothing was done right or wrong
Oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Smothering the cover of a '69 summer
Played through a speaker of fuzz
knew Bryan Adams wasn't cool
The TV just told me he was
heard the sound
Get me out of this town
Resonating clear in my head
Chuck ran away with our gear and the drugs
Ya know I'm pretty that he's dead
Or he's 46 and alone
Cast the heaviest stone
cover band playing bad to the bone
In a bathtub of meth
You can smell own death
You know when you can't look your past in the eye
Can I just go back to when
I was the winner
Way before the rain came
And washed away the sinners?
Everyone was something
And I never do any wrong
Oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Went back to the woods
I hid all my goods
In a rusted out door
We all get nostalgic
And fall for the hat trick
Of thinking it'll be like before
Like the jocks
Trying to please their pops
And the stoners aping their bad uncles taught
And the teachers who cared
More I ever knew
They knew I played clubs
Let me sleep school
And my day job boss
Who wrote it up as a loss
But let me leave when I wanted and I got caught
Sleeping out on the field
In the of my truck
the bars
Stealing the beer and getting fucked
By a girl twice my age, minimum wage
But the tan were good
And she had a face
Is this what I've become?
Is this all I've become?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
do I
I wanna go back to when
I was the winner
Way the rain came
And washed away the sinners
Everyone was someone and
And I could never do any wrong
Oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
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