[verse 1]
Back to the street where the kids are new
Love was around the corner from you
You played it well, like an old-time jive
Girl, I swear
I've never seen you look so alive

[verse 2]
Back the train up on the path
Rolling off the tracks
No you'll never see it again
Wrote a song that you dug so much
Living it up with the boys and such

[chorus]
Oh, we won't go
Back to the room where we sold our souls
Oh, we won't go
Oh, boots and bros
Down with the shrine of american gold
Oh, boots and bros

[bridge]
We moved in packs together bounded
By our oldest brothers
Oh, oh, oh
(oh, oh, oh, oh)
The night was ours for taking
Rolling cigarettes and sneaking
O-o-out
(oh, oh, oh)
We sung our songs of youth
And promised that we'd never lose it
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

[chorus]
Oh, we won't go
Back to the room where we sold our souls
Oh, we won't go
Oh, boots and bros
Down with the shrine of american gold
Oh, boots and bros