If you grew up raising a little hell and making unforgettable memories in your hometown, this one’s for you.

Written by: Brian Gene White, Corey Justin Crowder, Cary Ryan Barlowe
Produced by: David "Dwave" Thompson
Lyric video filmed and edited by: José Luis de Leon

Lyrics:
Jump off bridge down off 93
Cigarette burn in dad’s front seat
Six pack under bleachers on a Friday night
Sunday preacher giving us the eye

We were there
We lit that fire on it
We spun our tires on it
Up and down every black top road
So everyone would know
We were there
We left our mark on it
And we wrote our names on it
Graffiti painted small town big
So no one would forget
We were there

Parking lots, getting high
12 gauge shot in every speed limit sign
Garage band concert at the county fair
They shut us down, ‘cause we played too loud
But we had that crowd just singing

We were there
We lit that fire on it
We spun our tires on it
Up and down every black top road
So everyone would know
We were there
We left our mark on it
And we wrote our names on it
Graffiti painted small town big
So no one would forget
We were there

Yeah we drove through it, ran through it, lived through it
(We were there)
Yeah we all got chased through it
(Didn’t care)
All I wanted was just to leave
A little hometown history
We were local kings and queens
We were there

We lit that fire on it
We spun our tires on it
Up and down every black top road
So everyone would know
We were there
We left our mark on it
And we wrote our names on it
Graffiti painted small town big
So no one would forget
We were there

Yeah we drove through it, ran through it, lived through it
Oh, We were there
Yeah we all got chased through it
We were there
All I wanted was just to leave
A little hometown history
(We were there)
We were local kings and queens
We were there