Jon Langston – Young & Reckless Lyrics

Haulin on, no self relax. Caught the fish, bout everything. (x4) Like to raise hell off and on the road. Haulin on, no self relax. Come on y’all we’re the young and wreckless
Young, young and reckless. No matter where you go you’ll always see
Good old boys with a wild side, rowdy friends makin good times. Haulin on, no self relax. I say, “Yes, mam.” Prime example of a southern gentleman. You already know I’m young and reckless
Good old boys with a wild side, rowdy friends makin good times. I know how to act but I’m still a mess. Call up the boys, we at this bout, catch a little buzz at the spot down town. Come on y’all we’re the young and wreckless
Young, young and reckless. Come on y’all we’re the young and wreckless
Young, young and reckless. Screamin Hank with the rebel will. Trucks are loud, beers are cold. And later that night we head to the farm, get a little crazy in a beer red barn. (x2)
I love my momma. West Virginia to Caroline, down the bergys south Georgia’s line, there’s a few down there just like me. The girls get hot, spillin their own spill on us
Good old boys with a wild side, rowdy friends makin good times. Hey man, toss me a cold one
We wear cowboy boots and wrangled jeans. (x2)
After work on Friday night, see what trouble we might find.