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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rebecca Lynn Howard
Rebecca Lynn Howard
Background Vocals
Aaron Currie
Aaron Currie
Electric Guitar
Elisha Hoffman
Elisha Hoffman
Electric Guitar
Justin Weaver
Justin Weaver
Acoustic Guitar
Chris Autry
Chris Autry
Bass Guitar
Josh Matheny
Josh Matheny
Steel Guitar
Robert Blair
Robert Blair
Drums
Jimmy Wallace
Jimmy Wallace
Keyboards
Nate Wallace
Nate Wallace
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rebecca Lynn Howard
Rebecca Lynn Howard
Songwriter
Rachel Thibodeau
Rachel Thibodeau
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Elisha Hoffman
Elisha Hoffman
Producer
Lee Brice
Lee Brice
Co-Producer

Lyrics

She kissed her boyfriend underneath the pine trees
Fooling around again and lost her car keys
She knows she should be home by now
But she'll be home when she pleases
Because you're just Flying when you're seventeen
You don't know nothing you know everything rules and boundaries
Parents and Preachin just gets in the way of living
What time we meeting in the parking lot
I really like him don't you think he's hot
I've never told him but I'll give it a shot
Oh I wish I could be more like me at seventeen
Now look at me so afraid I'll get hurt
I'm not the same girl I was in the first verse
Cool calm quick on my feet
And I didn't have to worry for nothing
What time we meeting in the parking lot
I really like him don't you think he's hot
He says he loves me and wants to tie the knot
Oh I wish I could be more like me at seventeen
You fall hard but you heal fast
And you keep moving and you don't look back
You don't worry about gravity
And thirty's a million miles away
What time we meeting in the parking lot
I really like him don't you think he's hot
My heart is telling me we've got a shot
Oh I wish I could be more like me
I think I'll borrow from my younger days
Back when I was so unafraid
I didn't second-guess the choices I made
I would give you my heart with the key
Only if I could be more like me at seventeen
Written by: Rachel Thibodeau, Rebecca Lynn Howard
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