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Butch Walker( Bradley Glenn 'Butch' Walker )



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Butch Walker( Bradley Glenn 'Butch' Walker )

Summer Of '89

WHOA WHOAOOO (multiple times)
Changing the strings
banging on things
Couple of girls from my school
We'd listen to kiss
with rockets and fist
acting like Saturdays fool

Learn how to smoke
told dirty jokes
talk about loose girls from Rome
I made out with most of them
I raise a toast to them
Especially now that I'm old


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Changing strings and banging on things
A couple of girls from the school
Would listen to kiss
(With rockets for fists)
Acting like Saturday's fool

Learned 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 like 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 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

Smothering the cover of a '69 summer
Played through a speaker of fuzz
Nobody knew Bryan Adams wasn't cool
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The TV just told me he was

Always heard the sound, get me out of this town
Resonating clear on my head
Chuck ran away with our gear and the drugs
I'm pretty sure that he's dead

Or he's 46 and alone, cast the heaviest stone,
Suburban cover band playing bad to the bone
In a bath tub of meth, you can smell your own death
You know when you can't look the 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 could never do any wrong)

Went back to the woods where I hid all my goods
In a rusted out Cadillac door
We all get nostalgic and fall for the hat trick
Of thinking it'll be like before

Like the football jocks trying to please their pops
And the stoners aping everything their bad uncles taught
And the teachers who cared more than I ever knew,
And 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 never got caught
Sleeping out on the field, in the back of my truck
Breaking into the bars, steal the beer and getting fucked

By a girl twice my age, making minimum wage
But the tan lines were good and she had a good face
Is this what I've become? Is this all I've become?
When do I become

I want to go back to when I was the winner
Way before the rain came
And washed away the sinners, everyone was someone and
And I could never do any wrong