Sittin' in the bed of my truck Barefoot and cuddled up Sippin' sweet tea in the settin' sun It's so hot outside, her hair's untied and all undone Johnson
I've heard scientists, get confused when you ask them to define it, cause its a miracle, it keeps the universe we see from ever dying, and the stars
My Buddy Jake said hey its spring break so I picked him up in my truck we rode into town and there we found a cantina and sorority bus I started trading
The house was like a tomb. I was hiding in my room. As my brother made his way on down the hall. I didn't want to say goodbye. And I was trying to deny
Everybody needs some sun sometimes A little Sunday drive To light up their world of grey So come on darlin' hop up in my truck Lets take her for a run
He rode into town one dust storm, Sheepskin cloak across his back. A preacher man with kind old eyes, And a mystery for a past. He said he'd come to
Lately you've been in my dreams* Walking up and down these halls You crying eyes they look at me They say why and then your gone And then were standing
Hoppers on a dirt road, pollen in the air Farmers in the orchard ,on ladders pickin' pears Me and you drivin' Grandma's Cadillac Gonna have a picnic
Sittin' in the bed of my turck Barefoot and cuddled up Sippin' sweet tea in the settin sun Its so hot outside Her hairs untied and all undone. Johnson
It's a town just outside of nowhere with a general store and one lamp pole we got wheat fields saw mills and coal mines down home country folks raised
I was living in a world without color Like an old photograph Flying down the road never looked At what I might have passed But when I met you, girl
It was a May full moon We parked the car And I sang you a song I wrote on my guitar Oh I have kissed Many times since then But that first one is special
I love the way twirl your hair Those overalls and flip flops you wear They way you'd smile Waiting in your drive Hot sunday afternoons You didn't mind
My boots sure feel good on this hardwood My beers never tasted this cold The bands playing all of my favorite songs And somehow I don?t feel at home
She grew up in san diego Her body was painted by the summer sun She rented surfboards to make her dollars So she could drift to towns along the ocean
We say Deo, Deo, Deo Roll that barrel out We say Deo, Deo Twist the tap and pass it around He owns a Graddel by banyan tree And old Jamacia called the
The house was like a tomb, I was hiding in my room As my brother made his way on down the hall I didn't want to say goodbye and I was trying to deny There
