You can have the small talk, you can have the hate You can have the check your phone each time you get a little break And you can have the lonely, you can have the pain You can have the TV full of stations that tell you how to think But the smell of old wood bleachers and a word of hometown preachers Being rich was her and a cheap six-pack Yeah, the shine of a new summer, barefoot baseball with my brother First-time freedom with the windows cracked I want that back Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh You can take away the judgment, take away the mirrors And take away the wasting time on things you won't care about in years And take away the drama, take away the shame And take away your broken heart but just don't take away The smell of old wood bleachers and a word of hometown preachers Being rich was her and a cheap six-pack Yeah, the shine of a new summer, barefoot baseball with my brother First-time freedom with the windows cracked I want that back Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh And sometimes I want the world I knew When all it took to get me through Was half a tank, nothing planned Parking lots, Petty and - And the smell of old wood bleachers and a word of hometown preachers Being rich was her and a cheap six-pack Yeah, the shine of a new summer, barefoot baseball with my brother First-time freedom with the windows cracked I want that back Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh, I want that back Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh, I want that back