[Verse 1]
You can have the small talk
You can have the hate
You can have the check your phone each time you get a little break
And you can have the lonely
You can have the pain
You can have the TV full of stations that tell you how to think

[Chorus]
But the smell of old wood bleachers
And a word of hometown preachers
Bein' rich was her and a cheap six-pack
Yeah, the shine of a new summer
Barefoot baseball with my brother
First-time freedom with the windows cracked
I want that back

[Post-Chorus]
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh

[Verse 2]
You can take away the judgment
Take away the mirrors
And take away the wasting time on things you won't care about in years
And take away the drama
Take away the shame
And take away your broken heart, but just don't take away
[Chorus]
The smell of old wood bleachers
And a word of hometown preachers
Bein' rich was her and a cheap six-pack (Ooh)
Yeah, the shine of a new summer
Barefoot baseball with my brother
First-time freedom with the windows cracked
I want that back

[Post-Chorus]
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh (Oh)
Oh-oh-oh-oh (Mm)

[Bridge]
And sometimes I want the world I knew
When all it took to get me through
Was half a tank, nothing planned
Parking lots, petty...

[Chorus]
And the smell of old wood bleachers
And a word of hometown preachers
Bein' rich was her and a cheap six-pack
Yeah, the shine of a new summer
Barefoot baseball with my brother
First-time freedom with the windows cracked
I want that back
[Outro]
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh (Oh)
Oh-oh-oh-oh
I want that back
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh (Oh, mm)
Oh-oh-oh-oh (Mm)
I want that back