Working, spitting, hunting and fishing.
Stone cold country by the grace of God.
She taught me how to smile when things get rough,
I’ve got her spirit, she’s always got my back.
When I look at her I think I want to be just like that.
You got your hands up, You’re rocking in my truck. You got the radio on, You’re singing every song. I’m set on cruise control. I’m slowing losing hold of everything I’ve got. You’re looking so damn hot. And I don’t know what road we’re on, Or where we’ve been from starrin’ at you. Girl, all I know is I don’t want this night to end.
Makes me wanna grab you, honey.
Tear down some two lane country, who knows.
Get lost and get right with my soul.
Makes me wanna take, makes me wanna take a back road.
Folks are always dreaming ‘bout what they like to do,
But I like to do, just what I like.
I’ll take the chance dance the dance.
It might be wrong but then again it might be right.
There’s no way of knowing what tomorrow brings.
Life is too short to waste it, I say bring on anything.