Green Lights and Good Times

We'd roll down that gravel road, dust in the air.

A six-pack chillin' in the cooler, not a single care. Back when the

nights felt endless, stars hanging low. We'd light one up and let the stories flow.

Green lights, good times, smoke in the breeze. Laughin' 'bout the

dumb things, young and wild, so free. Raise a toast to the nights

we'd never trade. Green lights and good times, memories we made. You'd pull that

old guitar, strum a few chords. I'd holler the wrong lyrics till

we both hit the floor. Clouds rollin' out, moon hangin' high. We were kings