[Verse 1] Wore cowboy boots in high school No sneakers for me ’57 Ford in the gravel Three on the tree I’d back that thing by the bleachers Dust clouds chasing my name I was the cool one 18 early senior year Thought I had this town tamed Turns out nobody cared [Chorus] Three on the tree Hand on the wheel Felt like the king of a two-lane field Chrome in the sun Radio loud You couldn’t tell me I wasn’t proud Boots on the gas Heart running free Whole world small as that old bench seat Yeah Back then it all made sense to me Riding high with three on the tree [Verse 2] Letterman jacket on the hanger I’d rather smell gasoline Skipped that big-city daydream For bonfires out by the creek Pulled up late to graduation Mud still caked on my tires Thought growing up meant just driving Farther past that county line [Chorus] Three on the tree Hand on the wheel Felt like the king of a two-lane field Chrome in the sun Radio loud You couldn’t tell me I wasn’t proud Boots on the gas Heart running free Whole world small as that old bench seat Yeah Back then it all made sense to me Riding high with three on the tree [Extended musical interlude with long a harmonica solo] [Bridge] Now that truck’s in a faded photo Taped to my old mirror at home Sometimes I stare at that driveway Swear I still hear that motor groan [Chorus] Three on the tree Hand on the wheel Felt like the king of a two-lane field Chrome in the sun Radio loud You couldn’t tell me I wasn’t proud Boots on the gas Heart running free Whole world small as that old bench seat Part of me’s still in that parking lot All I want to be… Eighteen again with three on the tree
