It was the summer of '89, I fell in love and I learned to drive. Me and Becky didn't waste no time, went zero to 65 one night. Being young was getting old, we were heading down a dead end road.
Sittin' in the shade made. By a hay truck on a hot day. A cloud of dust on an old dirt road meant. Lemonade was on the way. . She was beautiful. And her daddy said that I made a good hand.