Want That Back Lyrics by Brett Eldredge
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
You can have the lonely
You can have the bank
You can have the TV full of stations
That tell you how to think
But the smell of old wood bleachers
And the word of hometown preachers
Being 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
You can take away the judgment
Take away the mirrors
Take away the wastin’ time
On things you won’t care about in years
Take away the drama
Take away the shame
Take away the broken hearts
But just don’t take away
The smell of old wood bleachers
And the word of hometown preachers
Being 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
Sometimes I want the world I knew
When all it took to get me through
Was half a tank, nothing planned
Parking lots, Penny Anne
The smell of old wood bleachers
And the word of hometown preachers
Being 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
I want that back
I want that back