Twenty dollars out of momma's purse bought us a tank of gas
And some Redman tobacco, when we were just teenage kids
Me and my old buddy Leroy, we'd go driving around
If there was trouble to be found, then man we dang sure did it
Cutting doughnuts in the fields
'Til old man Smith would call the cops
He'd come runnin' down with his shotguns
'Cause we were runnin' down his crops
And I reckon he's still wonderin' who that was
But that was us
Now some of these old local boys moved on but we never changed a bit
Never had a lick of sense, least that's what some folks said
Then finally, we turned old enough to buy our own beer
Don't remember much about that year, just lucky we ain't dead
'Cause somebody said they saw some boys
With a truck looked just like mine
Tryin' to pull down that old water tank
That sits out on the county line
And people wonder why it leans the way it does
That was us
Seems like small towns never change
But things get tough when times get hard
And they said when he got sick
Old man Smith would've lost that farm
'Cause he was getting' way behind on all his bills
'Til somebody brought his crops in from the fields
Yeah and folks 'round here still wonder who that was
That was us
That was us
That was us
That was us
That was us