When They're Gone (Lyle County) - David Nail, Little Big Town

Look at that worn out rusty engine

Sitting there begging for a spark

Don’t look like much in that condition

But there was a time you should’ve seen her run

Down every back road in Lyle County

Under every streetlight up on Main

You sitting there drumming on a dashboard

Both of us falling like a fickle rain

We were

Cooler than December, hotter than July

Young and strong

Some things aren’t meant to last forever

But that don’t mean you forget 'em when they’re gone, so come on

She had hair tangled as the kudzu

Legs as long as the trails that cut through

Those back acres to the river bend

She had her daddy’s temper and her momma’s flair

Made people talk but did not care

Try anything once ain’t scared of nothing

Yeah, we were

Cooler than December, hotter than July

Young and strong

Some things aren’t meant to last forever

But that don’t mean you forget 'em when they’re gone, so come on

Come on

Don’t mean you forget 'em

I still ride down those old roads

Even if it’s in my mind

Tight blue jeans and winding curves

Keep me turning on a dime, yeah, just like the time

When we were

Cooler than December, hotter than July

Young and strong

Some things aren’t meant to last forever

But that don’t mean you forget 'em when they’re gone

Oh, we were

Cooler than December, hotter than July

Young and strong

Some things aren’t meant to last forever

But that don’t mean you forget 'em when they’re

Don’t mean you forget 'em when they’re gone, so come on

Come on

Don’t mean you forget 'em when they’re gone

So come on, come on

Don’t mean you forget 'em when they’re gone

So come on, come on

So come on, come on