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 stars

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