17 Year Old Problems

17 Year Old Problems - Walker Hayes

Lyrics by：Walker Hayes

Composed by：Walker Hayes

How in the world were we

Supposed to memorize our fake ID's?

I thought your dad was gonna kick my ass

When we missed your curfew by a song and a half

He was so damn mad

Mister Lester's class

Ain't got a clue how but somehow I passed

Friday night light butterflies until game time

Trying not to trip when we ran through that sign

It was nineteen ninety nine

Now I'm supposed to know

How to smile without a drink

And we got broken dreams

And bills to pay that I can't

All we buried then were dogs

Now I'm burying my dad

I want my seventeen year old problems back

I want my seventeen year old problems back

Where were we gonna stay

When we went down to gulf shores

That week of spring break?

I got a little jealous

When you danced with that dude

Scraping the floorboard

For a buck in change or two

For some waffle house food

Now I'm supposed to know

How to take care of my mother

And it's been ten years

Since I've talked to my big brother

I used to love to sing on Sundays

Now they just make me sad

I want my seventeen year old problems back

I want my seventeen year old problems back

Trying to fit two more twelves

In the back of my blazer

Praying Lord please help

'Bama beat the Florida Gators

Where to hide my wintergreen

Where to work when summer came

Wondering if we were gonna break up

Or try the long distance thing

Now I'm supposed to know

So many things that I don't

Lord I try to close my eyes at night

But they won't

She used to pick me up from practice

Now she's pickin' me up from rehab

I want my seventeen year old problems back

I want my seventeen year old problems back