There's a picture of a covered bridge
With water running under it flowing through my mind
Takes me back in time
After haulin' hay all day
We'd stop by there and drop a tailgate and take a dip
To cool off a bit
Blue sky would turn to red off in the West
We'd tear into a full igloo of Old Milwaukee's Best

On a summer sundown, same old young crowd
Jeeps and tanktops, bikinis, flip-flops and blankets on the ground
My girl in my arms, sippin' on Boone's Farm
Yeah it seemed to take forever for the world to turn halfway around
Days were long and we were waitin' on, a summer sundown

We'd park our pick-ups on the bank
Build a bon-fire, and we'd crank our stereos
Loud as they would go
Now and then, it never failed
Old man Baker'd start raisin' hell about us being there
Ah but we didn't care
If he called the law the fun would end
But everybody knew in a day or two, we'd all be back again

On a summer sundown, same old young crowd
Jeeps and tanktops, bikinis, flip-flops and blankets on the ground
My girl in my arms, sippin' on Boone's Farm
Yeah it seemed to take forever for the world to turn halfway around
Days were long and we were waitin' on...
A summer sundown, same old young crowd
Jeeps and tanktops, bikinis, flip-flops and blankets on the ground
My girl in my arms, sippin' on Boone's Farm
Yeah it seemed to take forever for the world to turn halfway around