Work Hard, Play Hard | NBC's American Song Contest
CLIP 05/11/22
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Representing Tennessee, ex-firefighter Tyler Braden saves the best for last with his performance of "Seventeen" in the Grand Final. LYRICS: We were a 22-dollar bottle of wine on a Letterman coat Sneaking out late every Sunday night with nowhere to go And I thought I knew everything there was to know But she showed me how wrong I could be our first night alone When we were seventeen We were digging down deep And howling at the moon Caught somewhere between a little too late and way too soon And we were seventeen We were a 4-dollar pack of Marlboro Reds in a hand-me-down Ford Spent every last dime we had seeing what that four on the floor would do Everything we found just left us looking for more They said don’t worry son, no one knows what it is they’re looking for When you’re seventeen We were wanting something more But clinging to our roots You were an angel in a sundress I was a devil in boots And we were seventeen Oh, we were seventeen (guitar solo) I got that letter in the mail on the first of March Taking me halfway across the country Man, it nearly tore my heart in two Wondering if what we thought we had could make it that far Made me see I thought that life wasn’t supposed to be this hard When you’re seventeen We were seventeen