Everybody here ain’t from here / But we’re here doin’ our thing / Lettin’ go a little, little by little / Sippin’ on a frozen drink
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Let it fade to black / Let me run my fingers down your back / Lets whisper, let’s don’t talk / Baby, leave my T-shirt in the hall
She was sittin’ all alone over on the tailgate / Tan legs swingin’ by a Georgia plate / I was lookin’ for her boyfriend / Thinkin’, no way she ain’t got one
Cottonwood fallin’ like snow in July / Sunset, riverside, four wheel drives / In a taillight circle / Roll down the windows, turn it on up
Hey girl. Go on now / You know you’ve got everybody looking / Got a little boom in my big truck / Gonna open up the doors and turn it up
My daddy spent his life lookin’ up at the sky / He’d cuss kick the dust, say this sun is way to dry / If it clouds up in the city, the weather man com-plains / But where I come from, rain is a good thing
She had a cross around her neck / And a flower in her hand / That I picked from the side of Thomas Drive / On our way to the sand
Oh, oh / Oh, mmm / If I could make a living from walking in the woods / You can bet I’d be sitting pretty good
It don’t matter what plans I got, I can break ‘em / Yeah, I can turn this thing around at the next red light / And I don’t mind tellin’ all the guys I can’t meet ‘em / Hell, we can all go raise some hell on any other night
I need to find a country station where the DJ’s heart is breakin’ / Playin’ Jones and Merle and Waylon, all damn day / I’m so sick of doin’ ninety, need a road that’s so damn windy / It leads to somewhere no one finds this Chevrolet