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Summer Of '89 
Hard
by Butch Walker
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Sa - Tur - Day!
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Changing strings
on things
A couple of girls from the school
Would listen to KISS
With rockets for fists
Acting like Saturdays fools
Learned how to smoke
Told dirty jokes
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 like their wives
3 or 4 kids, enough to survive
In paper mill jobs
While their teen heartthrobs
Are playing in bands
Or they're dead
Can I go back to when
I was the winner
Way before 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
through a speaker of fuzz
Nobody knew Bryan Adams wasn't cool
The TV just told me he was
Always heard the sound
Get me out of this town
Resonating clear in my head
Chuck ran away with our gear and the drugs
Ya I'm pretty sure that he's dead
Or he's 46 and alone
the stone
Suburban cover band playing bad to the bone
In a bathtub of meth
You can smell your own death
You know when you can't look your past in the eye
Can I go back to when
I was the winner
Way before the rain came
And washed away the sinners?
Everyone was something
And I could never do any wrong
Oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Went back to the woods
Where I hid all my goods
In a rusted out Cadillac door
We all get nostalgic
And for the hat trick
Of thinking it'll be like before
the jocks
Trying to please pops
And the stoners aping everything bad uncles taught
And the teachers who cared
More than I knew
I played clubs
Let me sleep through 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 back of my truck
Breaking into the bars
Stealing the beer and getting fucked
By a girl twice my age, making minimum wage
But the tan were good
And she had a good face
Is this what I've become?
Is this all I've become?
do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
do I become...?
When do I become...?
do I become...?
do I become...?
When do I
I wanna go back to when
I was the winner
Way before the rain came
And washed away the sinners
Everyone was 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
on things
A couple of girls from the school
Would listen to KISS
With rockets for fists
Acting like Saturdays fools
Learned how to smoke
Told dirty jokes
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 like their wives
3 or 4 kids, enough to survive
In paper mill jobs
While their teen heartthrobs
Are playing in bands
Or they're dead
Can I go back to when
I was the winner
Way before 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
through a speaker of fuzz
Nobody knew Bryan Adams wasn't cool
The TV just told me he was
Always heard the sound
Get me out of this town
Resonating clear in my head
Chuck ran away with our gear and the drugs
Ya I'm pretty sure that he's dead
Or he's 46 and alone
the stone
Suburban cover band playing bad to the bone
In a bathtub of meth
You can smell your own death
You know when you can't look your past in the eye
Can I go back to when
I was the winner
Way before the rain came
And washed away the sinners?
Everyone was something
And I could never do any wrong
Oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa
Went back to the woods
Where I hid all my goods
In a rusted out Cadillac door
We all get nostalgic
And for the hat trick
Of thinking it'll be like before
the jocks
Trying to please pops
And the stoners aping everything bad uncles taught
And the teachers who cared
More than I knew
I played clubs
Let me sleep through 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 back of my truck
Breaking into the bars
Stealing the beer and getting fucked
By a girl twice my age, making minimum wage
But the tan were good
And she had a good face
Is this what I've become?
Is this all I've become?
do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
do I become...?
When do I become...?
When do I become...?
do I become...?
When do I become...?
do I become...?
do I become...?
When do I
I wanna go back to when
I was the winner
Way before the rain came
And washed away the sinners
Everyone was 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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