We're riding around in the back of a truck. And people are always giving us that look. Like, them ole boys ain't up to no good. Fifteen, sixteen, wild and crazy, but in school we were being lazy. Couldn't nobody tell us we were wrong. Fishing and hunting on the weekends, always jumping off the deep end. We were the kind of kids that made our mama's proud, but we knew how to make her blush. When we didn't know what to say, we'd talk back and cuss. We were country kids and we were proud of our southern ways. Breaking little girls' hearts and turning parents' hair gray. We were young and wild, not giving a care. We would call your bluff whenever you threw us a dare. There wasn't anything that could bring us down. We thought we ran that sleepy little town. We never meant no harm, oh it's just our natural born charm. I heard Hunter got caught dipping again behind the shed with a couple of friends. And Trent with a pack of stolen cigarettes in his shirt pocket, Marlboro Reds. I guess we're never going to learn man, but we're doing the best we can. We were young and wild, not giving a care. We would call your bluff whenever you threw us a dare. There wasn't anything that could bring us down. We thought we ran that sleepy little town. We never meant no harm, oh it's just our natural born charm. Oh sometime, we're gonna look back and say. I sure do miss those boys and I really miss those days. We were young and wild, not giving a care. We would call your bluff whenever you threw us a dare. There wasn't anything that could bring us down. We thought we ran that sleepy little town. We never meant no harm, oh it's just our natural born charm.