I'm cruising down mainstreet in an '87 Chevrolet
I'm rollin down 174 tryin to find some more
Wish I had a little money I'd spend it all on you
I'd buy us a quarter bag and twelve pack of brew

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And we'll get high, and I drink
Well I'm tryin not to think
And I get stoned and I'm drunk
Well I'm tryin to change my luck
Just gettin by
Well I'm a-gettin by, gettin high, yeah

Walkin down Browns mountain tryin to find my way around
I hope I don't get stopped by the cops in this here town
Head on to the south side and the cemetary trails
A worn out fishin hole where I raised a lot of hell

[Chorus:]

There's a girl that lives on my street
Strawberry blonde, she tastes so sweet
I wanna tell her all the words in my heart
She moved away then she tore my world apart

[Chorus:]

Fifteen minutes south of the Fort Worth city lights
We watch football games here on Friday nights
I grew up slow and now I'm living so fast
Running out of liquor and this quarter bag won't last

(Chorus 2x)
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High Lyrics

Casey Donahew Band – High Lyrics