Yeah, I'm chilling on a dirt road Laid back swerving like I'm George Jones Smoke rolling out the window An ice cold beer sitting in the console Memory
Roll into town, step off the bus Shake off the where you came from dust Grab you guitar, walk down the street Sign says Nashville, Tennessee But I have
i really hate to let this moment go touching your skin and your hair falling slow when a goodbye kiss, feels like this Chorus: don't you wanna stay
She was raised up in Jersey I said oh Lord have mercy Never seen a one light town 'til she moved down here She said I'm so bored out of my mind Need a
Couple guys in first class on a flight from New York to Los Angeles Kinda making small talk, killin' time, flirtin' with the flight attendants Thirty
Ain't no cloud up in my sky I couldn't worry if I tried I got an open road just darin' me To pick you up and take you for a ride I got a new shine on
Ain't a whole lot going on Small town Friday night Revving up at a red light On your mark get set go Pass a mom and pop restraunt Same four trucks parked
Ohio was a riverbank A ten speed laying in the weeds Cannonball off an old rope swing Long, long summer days Tennessee was a guitar First big dream of
was it a stone i didn't throw when i wrecked it my foolish words so cool and cold were disconnected tell me why when she cried all i did was close my
Verse 1: I can hear that rooster crowing down the road, I felt my eyes open up real slow and I looked around making sure I hadn't checked out. Because
[Verse 1:] I worked all week. Cleaned up, clean cut, and clean shaved. Got the cover off a '68. I fired it up, and let them horses sing. A little pretty
I've been here a bunch of times It all starts with the same old lines It's over, baby, it's over Nothing 'bout it ever feels good It knocks you down
There's still black marks on that county road Where we drag raced our pickups and mustangs And weathered all the sun and rain And to this day up on that
There's something about lightnin up a marlboro red That nicotine rush into my head And a taste of southern comfort on my lips Tells me I aint ready to
I walk a hard line winding road Don't really know where it's gonna go Seems like trouble's my best friend Soon as I get out I'm back in again It's a wonder
You like the way that sounds? Little Jimmy Jackson is jackin? up his Bronco He?s gonna lay a little rubber later on at the truck pull All the girls are
Tell 'em all I'm on vacation Say I went to visit friends That you ain't heard or seen from me in quite a while When they ask you where I've been Tell
He gets up before the dawn Packs a lunch and a thermos full of coffee It's another day in the dusty haze Those burnin' rays are wearing down his body
