Crazy People

Daddy rolling through a four-way

Momma singing to a hymnal

Wood paneled family car my nose up against the window

Flashing cold beer sign, people all around

Mom said don't pay them no mind, that ain't our kind of crowd

Needing saving, late night chasing (longneck drinking)

Wrong side of the tracks

Lost inhibitions, strangers kissing, smoking out the back

Back seat loving, fighting, cussing, music way too loud

Bunch of heart breaking, money wasting

Hell raising, crazy people

I found an old shoebox, I wasn't supposed to find

Had written in a sharpie, Daytona 79

Saw momma in a two-piece hanging on a lifeguard stand

Daddy had a beer in his right and something lit in his left hand

They never talk about, the way they were way back then

But damn I should have known, that they were some of them

Needing saving, late night chasing (longneck drinking)

Wrong side of the tracks

Lost inhibitions, strangers kissing, smoking out the back

Back seat loving, fighting, cussing, music way too loud

Bunch of heart breaking, money wasting

Hell raising, crazy people

We've all been there before

Felt that good time kicking in

Before this night is over

We all might be some of them

Needing saving, late night chasing (longneck drinking)

Wrong side of the tracks

Lost inhibitions, strangers kissing, smoking out the back

Back seat loving, fighting, cussing, music way too loud

Bunch of heart breaking, money wasting

Hell raising, crazy people

Crazy people

A bunch of crazy people