More songs by Walker Hayes
Description
Programmer, Bass, Acoustic Guitar, Background Vocal, Producer, Recording Engineer, Steel Guitar: Billy Dawson
Composer, Background Vocal, Associated Performer, Vocal, Lyricist, Producer: Walker Hayes
Mixing Engineer: Joe Thibodeau
Mastering Engineer: Brad Blackwood
Lyrics and translation
Original
How in the world were we
Supposed to memorize our fake IDs?
I thought your dad was gonna kick my ass
When we missed your curfew by a song and a half
He was so damn mad
Mr. Lester's class
Ain't got a clue how, but somehow, I passed
Friday night light butterflies until game time
Trying not to trip when we ran through that sign
It was 1999
Now I'm supposed to know how to smile without a drink
And we got broken dreams and bills to pay that I can't
All we buried then were dogs, now I'm burying my dad
I want my 17-year-old problems back
I want my 17-year-old problems back
Where were wе gonna stay
When we went down to gulf shorеs that week of spring break?
I got a little jealous when you danced with that dude
Scraping the floorboard for a buck in change or two
For some Waffle House food
Now I'm supposed to know how to take care of my mother
And it's been ten years since I've talked to my big brother
I used to love to sing on Sundays, now they just make me sad
I want my 17-year-old problems back
I want my 17-year-old problems back
Trying to fit two more twelves in the back of my blazer
Praying "Lord, please help 'Bama beat the Florida Gators"
Where to hide my wintergreen? Where to work when summer came?
Wonderin' if we were gonna break up
Or try the long-distance thing
Now I'm supposed to know so many things that I don't
Lord, I try to close my eyes at night, but they won't
She used to pick me up from practice
Now she's pickin' me up from rehab
I want my 17-year-old problems back
I want my 17-year-old problems back