Panama City - Lee Brice
We hit that liquor store
By the county line
Whipped out a fake ID
I got from a friend of mine
We made our getaway
Due south to the gulf shore sand
You were looking like a woman child
I was feeling like a full grown man
We had a bottle of silver
And a bottle of sapphire
An Indian blanket
And a beachfront bonfire
We watched the moon
Ship wreck on the water
I don't remember
A night much hotter
You were lying on the hood of my car
And I was strumming on that old guitar
And we were looking for the northern star
And midnight played like a drive in scene
You were doing Liz Taylor
I was doing James Dean
And I loved you as much as I could at 18
With sand in your hair and sand in my jeans
It was so right
All night
And the sunset looked like an airbrushed T-shirt
Sewed on the street in Panama City
I grabbed the camera and snapped off the picture
You said love
Ain't it a pitty
Someday this moment will fade away
Replaced by a photograph
Like the way we remember the words to a joke
And forgot how hard it made us laugh
Made us laugh
We had a bottle of silver
And a bottle of sapphire
An Indian blanket
And a beachfront bonfire
We watched the moon
Ship wreck in the distant blue
God I miss that summer
But not as much as I miss you
I miss you
