Yeah That lit up, ringing, buzzing good for nothing phone in your hands With directions to the party that's just started with that cover band That old school radio station,...
Barefoot, front porch, swingin' here all alone I'm tracing my steps, tryna figure out what went wrong You were here one minute and the next you leave Now I'm stuck...
It could be a black dress, high heels Ripped up, torn up Lucky jeans Or the covers in the morning Her boyshorts and my favorite tee Unbuttoned flannel layin' on...
A cement building White cinderblocks And faded red letters The sign read cold spot He worked behind the counter To them he was an old man When my world was...
We'll be road trippin' rollin' with the top down, southbound Little bikinis and white sand I can't sleep, gotta leave The summer sun starting to peek through my window, letting...
Six months passed since we both said goodbye Never thought I'd run into you here tonight And I can't ever think your smile's the same as it was back when...
We take a drive just to sing along Every word of them Rolling Stones Stacy's mom had it going on Lived three doors down I can see her now Her...
Baby, if your dream is forty acres and a house Porch going all the way around I'mma buy it Or if you'd rather see City lights and a crowd I'mma...
Driving down back roads, skippin' down traffic And flippin' thru the radio, all I get is static I don't mind the quiet, I guess I kind of like it Better...
Just a slow down small town Just a deep south home crowd With nothing to do and nothing to lose The same old paper and same old news We'd ride...