A full moon shin in’ bright,

edge of the wa ter, (B)we were feel in’ al right.

Back down a coun try road, the girls are al ways hot (B)and the (CN.C.)beer is ice cold.

Cad il lac, horns on the hood, my bud dy Frank ie (B)had his dad hook ’em up good.

Girls smile when we roll by.

They hop in the back (B)and we (CN.C.)cruise to the riv er side.

(Whoa,)

nev er gon na grow (A)up.

(Whoa,)

nev er gon na slow (E)down.

(Whoa,)

we were shin in’ like (A)light ers in the dark (B)in the mid dle of a rock show.

(Whoa,)

we were do in’ it right.

(Whoa,)

we were com in’ a live.

(Whoa,)

yeah, caught up in a (A)South ern sum (B)mer, bare foot blue jean (E)night.

Blue eyes (B)and au burn hair, sit tin’ look in’ pret ty (B)by the fire in a lawn chair.

New to town (B)and new to me, her ru by red lips (B)was (CN.C.)sip pin’ on sweet tea.

Shot me in love (B)like a shoot in’ star, so I grabbed a beer (B)and my ol’ gui tar.

Then we sat a round (B)till the break of dawn, howl in’ and sing in’ (B)our fav o rite song.

(E)night.

Whoa, (B)oh, nev er gon na grow (A)up,

nev er gon na slow (E)down.

We were shin in’ like (A)light (CN.C.)ers in the dark in the mid dle of a rock show.

(Whoa,)

we were do in’ it right.

(Whoa,)

we were com in’ a live.

(Whoa,)

yeah, caught up in a (A)South ern sum (B)mer, bare foot blue jean (E)night.

(Whoa,) a bare foot blue jean (A)night.

(Whoa,) a bare foot blue jean (E)night.

(Whoa,) a (CN.C.)bare foot blue jean (E)night.

(Whoa,

whoa,) a bare foot blue jean (E)night.

(Whoa,

whoa,) a bare foot blue jean (E)night.