Blame It On Your Truck

Waited all week for Friday night And baby here you come peeling up the drive I know you like the jeans I'm wearing Cuz' I can tell by the way that you keep staring There's a place we like to go Way back in the woods Everybody's thinks we're up to no good When we're just sitting on the tailgate The moon shining on the lake And listening to that country music playing Don't wanna think about it now But my mama will be freaking out When I don't make it home before 2 AM We'll say it wouldn't start Or maybe we got stuck I know my Daddy he'll be waiting up Let's blame it on your truck Give you that smile Slip off my boots There's no place I'd rather be than here with you I know it's late But I must confess That you could make this girl a country mess If the night gets any hotter We'll end up in the water When we're just sittin' on the tailgate The moon shining on the lake And moving to that country music playing You got your arm around me now But my Mama will be freaking out When I don't make it home before 2 AM We'll say it wouldn't start Or maybe we got stuck I know my Daddy he'll be waiting up Let's blame it on your truck What will they say when they ask where we've been? We've been gone since I don't know when They won't believe me but I'll say it again Ran out of gas, got a flat, got the trouble [?] Just sittin' on the tailgate The moon shining on the lake And moving to that country music playing Don't wanna think about it now My Mama will be freaking out When I don't make it home before 2 AM We'll say it wouldn't start Or maybe we got stuck I know my Daddy he'll be waiting up Let's blame it on your truck Let's blame it on your truck