Sun’s up high on a Friday morning
Jeans and boots, truck’s running slow
Fishing line in the creek by the old oak
Laughing with friends, letting the time go

The radio’s playing our favorite song
Windows down, we’re singing along
Those summer nights, wild and free
A little love, a little mystery

Back to summer days, under the Sun
Running through the fields, just having fun
First kiss by the river, hearts on fire
Small town memories, never tire
Oh, we lived, we laughed, we played
Back to those sweet summer days

Dirt roads winding through the pine trees
Skateboards, bonfires, and evening breeze
That old swing set by the creek is still there
Holding secrets we used to share

Time moves on, but the creek still flows
And in my heart, that memory grows
We were young, we were wild, we were free
Those days are a part of me

Back to summer days, under the Sun
Running through the fields, just having fun
First kiss by the river, hearts on fire
Small town memories, never tire
Oh, we lived, we laughed, we played
Back to those sweet summer days