Oh I drink and take a sip of it. Feelin' like a hypocrite. Go for more and I won't give a shit. I never used to talk, I never used to talk like. . I'm sorry I named the album Montevallo.
Oh I drink and take a sip of it. Feelin' like a hypocrite. Go for more and I won't give a shit. I never used to talk, I never used to talk like. . I'm sorry I named the album Montevallo.
[Verse 1]. The city's so in style, all you see for miles are people spilling in and out of cars. Man I love these bars are making a killin. Everywhere I go looks like the place to be.
I don't know if you were looking at me or not. You probably smile like that all the time. And I don't mean to bother you but. I couldn't just walk by.
Summer comin' through a rolled down window. Tearin' down an almost two lane back road. Freedom and fireflies in the air. The night's still young, never gonna get old.
The new years getting older, the February roses are withered away. The sun keeps getting closer, sinking a little slower everyday. Ooo it's getting louder at the lights, music clashing in the street, moon shining on the parking lot daws.
I softly kiss your neck, and slowly whisper. You breathe in 'cause it feels cold where my lips were. T-shirt for a pillow, music up real low, creeping through the window.
Snap backs and Levi jeans,. P.B.R. and burnt CDs. Running for the grass on the hot concrete. Still working on our summer feet. . Cheap gas and ready ice,.
It's been a long week. Feels like two. Can't afford to unwind. Can't afford not to. We're going out. Go raid your closet and your top drawer. We're going out.
You hear a new song, and it's your favorite. And pretty soon you'll be changing the station. And all your old shoes are looking brand new. They wanna be worn but they never get the chance too.
Snap backs and levi jeans,. pbr and burnt CDs. Running for the grass on the hot concrete. Still working on our summer feet. . Cheap gas and ready ice,.
The roll the sidewalks in this town. All up after the sun goes down. They say nothin' good happens here. When midnight rolls around. Buy layin' down would be in vain.
You hear a new song, it's your favorite. Pretty soon you'll be changing the station. And all your old shoes are looking brand new. They wanna be worn but they never get the chance too.
She don't laugh at everything, but when she does the planets swing around her. She don't step on sidewalks scenes,. her teenage boyfriends all still dream about her.
They roll the sidewalks in this town. All up after the sun goes down. They say nothin' good happens here. When midnight rolls around. But layin' down would be in vain.
You're on the couch, blowing up my phone. You don't want to come out, but you don't want to be alone. It don't take but two to have a little soirée. If you're in the mood to sit tight right where you are, babe.
You're on the couch, blowing up my phone. You don't want to come out, but you don't want to be alone. It don't take but two to have a little soiree. You're in the mood to sit tight right where you are, babe.
Cop Car-Sam Hunt. We drove right past. That no trespassing sign. We sat on the tailgate. And watched the planes take off. We thought we had all night.
Well there ain't enough smoke in my eyes. To hide the kinda games you're trying to play. Honey don't you act so surprised. You know exactly what I'm bout to say.
Well there ain't enough smoke in my eyes. To hide the kinda games you're trying to play. Honey don't you act so surprised. You know exactly what I'm bout to say.