Texty: Steve Forde. Guns and Guitars. That Was Me.

Stones skipping across the creek
Jeans rolled up no shirt and sand on my feet
yeah, that was me

From pedal power to gasoline
Cruising the town in one hell of a bad machine
That was me

Taking chances learning to believe
And corners creep up at that kinda speed
Burning both ends living life wild and free
Oh, that was me

A case of beer some Jim Beam
One hard lesson in how much you really need
yeah, that was me

Taking chances learning to believe
And corners creep up at that kinda speed
Burning both ends living life wild and free
Oh, that was me

(Bridge)

Some cheap wine, a little Chesney
Good times on the vinyl in my back seat
Whoa, that was me

Taking chances learning to believe
Acting cool as my heart skips a beat
Burning both ends living life wild and free
Taking chances learning to believe
Oh, that was me
That was me
Yeah, that was me