770 on my phone. 2 am and you know I'm home. Like a cigarette burned too long. The fire's out, but the buzz ain't gone. So I pick up, hear your voice.
Watchin' you watch me take down my hair. Slow motion falling, feeling your stare. I wish your hands were where your eyes are at. Tracing my shoulders all the way down my back.
You told me people could only fall in love once. Then you told me you loved me after two months. So I just assumed I was the one. Jealousy was never something I believed in.
Baby I was so far from the countdown of my life. Honestly till you're beside me, my day don't even begin. You'll be waitin' on me with that homemade spaghetti.
I can just picture it now. On this blue suede couch. You were telling me about how. You see a family with me in a little Georgia town. And that day [?].
[Verse]. Nothing like that Whip-poor-will song. Singing to the Lord, like its her last day on, this earth. Buncha highschool kids in a fresh cut field.
He likes his, coffee black first thing in the morning. A cup or two usually, gets him going. He puts on his boots and cranks up, that old '79. Weather man says there's a storm warnin'.
[Verse 1]. This truck needs a half tank. These wheels need a two-lane. This radio needs three songs to play. To get me 'cross town to you. That dress needs to slip off.
I open my eyes. Reach for the phone. Not a word from ya baby. It don't leave my sight since we had that fight. Can't remember but maybe. I blew you up in the middle of the night again.
I got that real good feel good stuff. Up under the seat of my big black. jacked up truck. rollin' on 35s. pretty girl by my side. . You got that sun tan skirt and boots.
We got beer and a tub and some good lookin' girls. Dressed to the nines, lookin' for a good time. Jacked up trucks, stacked in thick. White rocks stuck in the mud grips.
Girl, I know I don't know you.. But your pretty little eyes so blue,. are pulling me in like the moon on your skin.. I'm so glad you trusted me. To slide up on this dusty seat.
O holy night the stars are brightly shining. It is the night of our dear Savior's birth. Long lay the world in sin and error pining. Till he appeared and the soul felt it's worth.
Sun coming up through the blinds on your pretty face. I'm just laying in these tangled sheets, watching you walk away. We been deep in love, all messed up, and everything in between.
Your daddy had a lakehouse. He had me paint in that summer sophomore year. Said I could stay for free. A couple buddies, a couple weeks. You rode in in a little red Honda.
You make me want to. Hold you like a hammock on a summer day. Tell you how I'm gonna take your cares away. You make me want to. . You make me want to.
He asked me for a dollar. I said go get a job. And I turned up my collar. and started walking off. He said I don't blame you. I know what you think. I'll just take your money.
My shoulder still burns. My head still burns. There's sand from your shoes in my floorboard. Lipstick on strong, you're crying out. I paint it in my rear view.
We've been gettin' beat up by this ol' life,. seems all we got left is Friday and Saturday night. and sometimes Sunday if Monday is a holiday.. I got a bunch of buddies I ain't seen in a while,.
Girl, there ain't no way you don't know how pretty you are. Every mirror in this two lane town knows the trouble you cause. I'd give anything to take that beer back I sent your way.