I can’t count the barns I’ve past,
Painted red, white and black,
See rock city,
And up ahead there’s a turn,
Take me right through Gatlinberg,
I hear it’s pretty
Maybe some other time,
I can’t slow down,
Right across that state line,
Right about now
Her hair’s still wet from her bath,
She’s sitting on her front porch with a glass,
Of iced tea,
In my sweatshirt,
And her bare feet,
This I gotta see.
If I hurry I can catch,
The colors on her skin from that sunset,
And her face,
And that love waiting on me,
This I gotta see,
This I gotta see.
I can’t wait to get to her,
Man I wish I were,
There already.
She’s the only thing that keeps
This world from driving me
Crazy.
I just hit that city limit,
Yeah and that a pretty good sign,
If I pick it up a bit,
I’ll be right on time.
Her hair’s still wet from her bath,
She’s sitting on her front porch with a glass,
Of iced tea,
In my sweatshirt,
And her bare feet,
This I gotta see.
If I hurry I can catch,
The colors on her skin from that sunset,
And her face,
And that love waiting on me,
This I gotta see,
This I gotta see.
Her hair’s still wet from her bath,
She’s sitting on her front porch with a glass,
Of iced tea,
In my sweatshirt,
And her bare feet,
This I gotta see.
If I hurry I can catch,
The colors on her skin from that sunset,
And her face,
And that love waiting on me,
This I gotta see,
This I gotta see.
Other lyrics by Jason Aldean:
1994
Now girl I know you used to the same old same But we ain’t floatin’ that boat, no we ain’t ridin’ that train Hop on my rocket ship and let’s …
Amarillo Sky
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 wearin’ down his body …
Anytime Soon
Been sitting here all night Drinking you off my mind But it ain’t working for me Mmm, trying to put us on ice A couple shots at a time But nothing’s stronger …
Asphalt Cowboy
The sun has opened up my eyes And I don’t wanna leave your side For that lonesome road But here I go Climbin’ back behind the wheel Of fifty feet of chrome …
Back In This Cigarette
It’s 2A.M. in my new home This motel room An ashtray full of lucky strikes A half spent case of warm Bud Lite Countin’ regrets Fghtin’ back tears …