We were broke-down high school legends, Chasin’ girls and raisin

We were broke-down high school legends, Chasin’ girls and raisin’ hell. Took the wagon up to Hays, Kansas Where the bar lights burned like bells. “The Home” was our go-to Friday— Neon buzzin’, shots were cheap. Little Buddy ran his mouth hard, Like he had backup on his teeth. Couple locals heard him jawin’, Didn’t take ‘em long to boil. They came stormin’ through the gravel, Bloodhounds off a country coil. One pulled out a fish fillay k***e, Like he meant to clean a trout. Sliced poor Jeff’s ear clean wide open— Man, the b***d just poured right out. It was fists and fury, busted glass, A hundred drunk kids kickin’ a*s. We weren’t fighters, but we stood our ground, Back to back in that no-name town. Big Brad swung like a wreckin’ crane, Dropped thirteen folks like it weren’t no thing. Could’ve died that night, but we rolled instead, One hour back home to Great Bend. You’d think we’d head to the ER, Get Jeff stitched and patched up clean. But we were teenage dumb and reckless, Still too wired from that scene. Wrapped his head in some old shop rags, Raised a toast to his left ear. Then we rolled down into Ellinwood, Poppin’ tops and drinkin’ beer. We were dumb, but we were loyal— Wild and bulletproof as sin. Bleedin’, bruised, and side by side— That’s the truth we'd f***t back in. And the cops showed late, the bar got shut, But the legend still remains. We retell it every year or two With whiskey and our pain. It was fists and fury, busted glass, A hundred drunk kids kickin’ a*s. We weren’t fighters, but we stood our ground, Kept our backs to one small town. Big Brad swung like a wreckin’ crane, Dropped thirteen heads, then did it again. Could’ve died that night, but we rolled instead, One hour back home to Great Bend. Now we’re older, slower, softer, Pushin’ strollers, punchin’ clocks. But when someone says, “Y’all been to Hays?” We all just smile and laugh a lot. We all just smile and laugh a lot.