you in 85

You In ’85

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You In ’85 Lyrics by Chase Rice

Old Craftsman tools
And Johnny B. Goode
Out in a barn up under the hood
Striped blue work shirt and navy-blue pants
You’d come home and crack open a can

Three blue-eyed boys, dinner at six
“Boys come on inside, give your momma a kiss.”
I know you can’t come here and I can’t go back
But I hope you know, dad

Still cut rows on a tractor, drink beer after work
Live life a bit faster but still get to church
You always said I was gonna look just like you
Now this man in the mirror’s the proof
Ain’t no wonder we’re so much alike
Me right now, and you in 85

Reagan was king now he’s up on the wall
In my farm house in Nashville, chased the dream after all
Nah I ain’t got kids yet, but bet when I do
When I’m coaching third base, I’ll be thinking of you

Still cut rows on a tractor, drink beer after work
Live life a bit faster but still get to church
You always said I was gonna look just like you
Now this man in the mirror’s the proof
Ain’t no wonder we’re so much alike
Me right now, and you in 85

You made me all of who I am today
But you never got to know the kid with your face
So if I could have one thing it’d be us man-to-man
A couple Coors Banquets in hand

Still cut rows on a tractor, drink beer after work
Live life a bit faster but still get to church
You always said I was gonna look just like you
This damn thing on my face there’s your proof
Ain’t no wonder we’re so much alike
Me right now, and you in 85