Kompozytor: Samuel Pardo, Evan Powell, shane duggan, Gabriel Acker
Teksty
Making pay down where
Sweat and rain don't
Separate themselves
From each others names
Now I was not made there
But I sure was raised there
Nah that old 17 was a nasty fiend but
Now these things could be
Never more clear to me nah
I don't have to many days
I can say that I remember
Please believe not so easily
That's a lot of faith
To get thrown away nah
That old beauty queen
Was a nasty fiend but
Now these things could be
Never more clear to me nah
Well I wish I could
Leave it all behind
Leave this old lonely land
And Find my peace of mind
Well my baby looks
And she says to me
Well you don't just waste it
You better make it
Now that old 17's
Livin half his life inside a dream
Where he used to be
On Daytona streets
Or getting lost where dead ends meet
I ain't runnin out
when I'm runnin down
Dixie and her litttle highway