Baby you're a song. You make me wanna roll my windows down and cruise. . Yeah, when I first saw that bikini top on her. . She's poppin' right out of the South Georgia water.
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Rusty barbed wire lines these fields. Cloud of dust behind the wheels. Drifting like my mind into the rearview. Jet trails cutting cross the sky. I'm rolling through the open wide.
I know you love a little late night. Just me and you glowing with the brake light. Silhouettes, sipping with a halo. Anything you want girl, just say so.
Alabama on a Boombox, baby.. 'Bout to get a little Boom-Box, baby.. Let's go!. . Y'all better turn this around. Feels good, now.. . Big stars breaking out through the indigo.
The week was long but now it's gone, the drink is on. So fill your cup and turn the good time music on. And pick up that sweet somebody. Wrap your arms around this Friday night.
White collar, blue collar, hillbilly, high dollar. Hot head, pot head, non-believer, holy water. Big city, small town, y'all take a look around. People are different.
May we all get to grow up in our red white and blue little town. Get a one star hand me down Ford to try to fix up. With some part time cash from driving a tractor.
It's a blurry night, blue lights. Budweiser glow. It's a hair down, hands up, cover band show. It's Christmas lights across the room. It's got two hands to order two.
Twelve hundred miles, and only three days to go. The speed limit signs, the stars on a desert road, yeah. Can't keep from tryna taste your goodbye kiss, so good.
Sun down in Ensenadas, barefoot holding up white Adidas. Black ink on a sunburn hip line, pulling me in like a full moon riptide. Last flash the red light faded, the way only God could paint it.
I see him calling and you just let it ring. And then you turn your phone over, you keep talking to me. You say he's all excuses and you roll your eyes.
Now girl you ain't a pretty love song. Some kind of Barry Manilow. You're an edgy little rocker, call me up at one a clock and say you're sneaking out your bedroom window.
White smoke needle hitting red tonight. Black mascara on some angel eyes. Werewolf moon through the windshield rising. Got the free flags flying. Clocked out, cashed in, topped the tank.
If you were just another hangover. Baby, I'd already be over you, over you. If you were just a two for one. I wouldn't have to face the sober truth, the sober truth.
Hello, it's been too long. My fault I haven't called. Thank you for picking up the phone. . I've been swimming around. Trying hard not to drown. Waiting on my life calling to sound.
Makeup. All on my pillowcase and morning sun on your face. Drawing lines through the shades. I guess we made up. But it's like a hand grenade went off in my damn face.
Hey baby, it's good to see you again. This party's rockin' let's get you jumpstarted. And get you a drink. I love that Haggard T-Shirt you got on. The way you're singin along, shaking that thing.
Girl you look so pretty in your wedding day white. dancing with another man but thats alright. the way he's spinning you around. could stop the whole room.
Hey girl what's up, looks like you're good to go. Hop in, lets ride, take it down this road. You couldn't look any hotter. Reach on back and grab a bottle.