Brantley Gilbert - Freshman Year Lyrics
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Freshman Year
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What Are The Lyrics For Freshman Year By Brantley Gilbert?
Saturday night my first high school dance
Showin' up late in my Sundays best Seen you before ah but not in that dress The DJ's last song and I lost the dare So with my heart and my pride on the line I asked you to dance for our first time right there Holding hands in the hall All night wait for your call its 2 am and were still on the phone Hanging out at the mall oh that old picture show I reach for your lips girl first taste of love That old ford truck was your daddy's worst fear Oh I remember the way love felt in freshman year Graduated in may we went our separate ways Til the hole in my heart was too much to take You made that drive down to my dorm room that night Every knock at the door you go and hide And I thought I'd drown in the tears that you cried Just a holdin' on tight We found a way to relight that old fire that night We were young and wild hanging out too late at night At all those college bars, cheap natty light Just like one of the guys you stuck right by my side At every football game there with a smile Two in the crowd screaming "go dogs. go!" Oh I remember the way love felt in freshman year Oh we're still young and wild hanging out to late at night In all these college bars. cheap natty light Just like one of the guys you stuck right by my side At every football game there with a smile Two in the crowd screaming "go dogs, go!" Oh I remember the way love felt in freshman year Oh that's freshman year |
Who Wrote Freshman Year By Brantley Gilbert?
Brantley Keith Gilbert
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What's The Duration Of The Freshman Year By Brantley Gilbert?The duration of Freshman Year is 4:13 minutes and seconds. |
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