Lyrics

... Its an everyday traffic jam To a grumpy old boss man Overworked and underpaid And them deadlines are killing you these days Baby, i know exactly what you need So come on home to me Baby slip off them high heels, business suits Slide into them wore out blue jeans and cowboy boots Scoot right on over, next to me Its looking like a backroad, tailgate, and shade tree This is something i could really get used to Cause country sure looks good on you Its always the same four walls And non stop phone calls Third cup of coffee Instead of front porch sweet iced tea Girl, its a rat race you cant win Lets slow things down again Baby slip off them high heels, business suits Slide into them wore out blue jeans and cowboy boots Scoot right on over, next to me Its looking like a backroad, tailgate, and shade tree This is something i could really get used to Cause country sure looks good on you Baby slip off them high heels, business suits Slide into them wore out blue jeans and cowboy boots Scoot right on over, next to me Its looking like a backroad, tailgate, and shade tree This is something i could really get used to Cause country sure looks good on you Ya, country sure looks good on yo Sure looks good on you.
Writer(s): Arlis James Albritton, Gabe Garcia, Tommy Calame Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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