We sat there in a pick-up truck Drinkin' booze from a paper cup Mellowed out and a feelin' nice Hey, Trudie Mae, would you pass me the ice? We'd make love when the night was hot We were tough boys in a parkin' lot Oh, but you can't do things like that no more The folks we did in 54 The man would turn his flashlight on Say, if y'all ain't married now, you better go on home I'd do my best to hide the cup I'd rather go home than be locked up We were young and having fun And it ain't no harm, Lord, in what we've done But you can't do things like that no more The Lord we did in 54 Oh, I remember how it was You know you're ashamed when you first notice love A full-grown beard was never seen We rolled the cuffs up on like faded jeans We'd see a movie without ID Cause everything folks was still PG But you can't do things like that no more The Lord we did in 54 The Lord we did in 54