Alright,
you got a way of calling right at the wrong time
I know your Southern draw is what trouble sounds like
The way you got me grinning,
you know I'll climb up in your rusty truck
I give up,
come on over,
pick me up Back roads,
no lines,
high beam headlights
Baby, you just might make me lose my mind
You slide me over,
little love shooting shotgun Hands out the window,
got my toes up on the dash
Nothing but fields on the wheels,
just slinging red mud
I like the way you drive,
just like a rebel child You make me wanna get barefoot and buck wild
Let's go
You're showing off in circles down by the riverside
You like to make me nervous,
so I'm moving real tight
Come on,
throw it in park,
I wanna see the stars and feel the grass
between my toes dancing to the radio
Oh,
you got me where you want me,
lost in the country
You slide me over,
little love shooting shotgun Hands out the window,
got my toes up on the dash
Nothing but fields on the wheels,
just slinging red mud I like the way you drive,
just like a rebel child
You make me wanna get barefoot and buck wild
Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I
don't know how you do what you do
But you do what you do,
and it does what it does to me
I
can't stop it,
won't you start it
You slide me over, little love shooting shotgun
Cut heads out the window,
got my toes up on the dash
Nothing but fields on the wheels,
just springing red and mud
I like the way you drive, just like a real child
You make me wanna give
Barefoot and buck wild