I guess we thought we were outlaws, but we were barely out of school
Three kids in a grand caravan we didnt even know the rules
We lived on copenhagen, and burned coffee like gasoline
Riding every night to be 90 even though we were just 19
We were a long ways from home and we had a long ways to go
Too old to be told, still too damn young to know
Rollin' 90 miles an hour, cowboy hats up on the dash
Not knowin' where we're going, just tryin' to get there fast
Not knowin' where we're going, just tryin' to get there fast
We survived those junior college days, just to have those buck-in' horse nights
Sleeping in that damn minivan, cause the money was always tight
Stayin' up too damn late, driving a lot faster than we should
If the broncs didnt kill us, I thought the way of life surely would.
Back when we were a long ways from home and we had a long ways to go
Too old to be told, still too damn young to know
Rollin' 90 miles an hour, cowboy hats up on the dash
Not knowin' where we're going, just tryin' to get there fast
Not knowin' where we're going, just tryin' to get there fast
Well them good days flew by, like the white lines on the highway
We got the scars to prove that we paid our dues the hard way
And even though I know this rodeo road, well it'll have to come to an end
I'll never forget those outlaw days, with me and all my friends
Back when we were a long ways from home and we had a long ways to go
Too old to be told, still too damn young to know
Rollin' 90 miles an hour, cowboy hats up on the dash
Not knowin' those days were going, and that they'd be gone so fast
Not knowin' those days were going, and that they'd be gone so fast