Seventeen you don't think that much about life, you just live it Like kerosene dancing around a fire, but you're in it So you jump right in, ain't afraid to fall, and you give it all She got the best of me, she broke my heart Now all thats left of me, is beating in this guitar Every night a different town, she follows me around So you get whats left of me, yeah you get whats left of me Cause she got the best of me I picked my self up off the floor and found something new worth living for One dusty hand-me-down six string and a couple cords I'm getting over her a little more with every song, so sing along