17 Year Old Problems
Walker Hayes"17 Year Old Problems" ist ein Song von Walker Hayes, 2025, Pop. Der Song dauert 2:50, 50 lines / 317 words.
Songtext
0:09How in the world were we
0:13Supposed to memorize our fake ID's?
0:18I thought your dad was gonna kick my ass
0:23When we missed your curfew by a song and a half
0:27He was so damn mad
0:30Mister Lester's class
0:33Ain't got a clue how but somehow I passed
0:38Friday night light butterflies until game time
0:43Trying not to trip when we ran through that sign
0:48It was nineteen ninety nine
0:50Now I'm supposed to know
0:51How to smile without a drink
0:55And we got broken dreams
0:57And bills to pay that I can't
1:00All we buried then were dogs
1:03Now I'm burying my dad
1:05I want my seventeen year old problems back
1:10I want my seventeen year old problems back
1:18Where were we gonna stay
1:22When we went down to gulf shores
1:24That week of spring break?
1:27I got a little jealous
1:28When you danced with that dude
1:32Scraping the floorboard
1:33For a buck in change or two
1:36For some waffle house food
1:39Now I'm supposed to know
1:40How to take care of my mother
1:43And it's been ten years
1:45Since I've talked to my big brother
1:48I used to love to sing on Sundays
1:52Now they just make me sad
1:54I want my seventeen year old problems back
1:59I want my seventeen year old problems back
2:04Trying to fit two more twelves
2:06In the back of my blazer
2:09Praying Lord please help
2:11'Bama beat the Florida Gators
2:14Where to hide my wintergreen
2:16Where to work when summer came
2:20Wondering if we were gonna break up
2:24Or try the long distance thing
2:28Now I'm supposed to know
2:30So many things that I don't
2:33Lord I try to close my eyes at night
2:36But they won't
2:38She used to pick me up from practice
2:41Now she's pickin' me up from rehab
2:45I want my seventeen year old problems back
2:50I want my seventeen year old problems back
How in the world were we Supposed to memorize our fake ID's? I thought your dad was gonna kick my ass When we missed your curfew by a song and a half He was so damn mad Mister Lester's class Ain't got a clue how but somehow I passed Friday night light butterflies until game time Trying not to trip when we ran through that sign It was nineteen ninety nine Now I'm supposed to know How to smile without a drink And we got broken dreams And bills to pay that I can't All we buried then were dogs Now I'm burying my dad I want my seventeen year old problems back I want my seventeen year old problems back Where were we gonna stay When we went down to gulf shores That week of spring break? I got a little jealous When you danced with that dude Scraping the floorboard For a buck in change or two For some waffle house food Now I'm supposed to know How to take care of my mother And it's been ten years Since I've talked to my big brother I used to love to sing on Sundays Now they just make me sad I want my seventeen year old problems back I want my seventeen year old problems back Trying to fit two more twelves In the back of my blazer Praying Lord please help 'Bama beat the Florida Gators Where to hide my wintergreen Where to work when summer came Wondering if we were gonna break up Or try the long distance thing Now I'm supposed to know So many things that I don't Lord I try to close my eyes at night But they won't She used to pick me up from practice Now she's pickin' me up from rehab I want my seventeen year old problems back I want my seventeen year old problems back
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