'69 Corvette (feat. Mark O' Connor)

Put on your jacket, we are gone

I need an adventure and I feel like leavin'

I've been in this hotel room too long

The marble prison requires housekeeping

So long

So long

I came to this city full of smiles

Opportunity every miracle mile

I still think of Carolina sometimes

I miss my family, I miss that feeling

I miss home

I miss home

Where Daddy loves adventures in his 69 Corvette

Six-pack of silver bullets in his arms

And me and Mama, we drink tequila

And it gets us to cacklin'

And I sit on those extra pillows all alone

And they say, pay attention to their manners

Just as they are leaving

If they thank you for the food and for the wine

Well, it floats right by till one day

You're lookin' at Polaroids and grievin'

So remember to tell 'em you love 'em every time

Every time

One more time

Yeah, Daddy loves adventures in his 69 Corvette

Six-pack of silver bullets in his arms

Me and Mama drink cheap tequila

And it gets us both cacklin'

And I sleep on all those extra pillows alone

And Daddy's got tennis elbow

It's from practicin' his volley

I see him slowin' down

Uneasy thing to swallow

When it's your old man

Well, it floats right by till one day

You look at the Polaroids and grievin'

So remember to tell 'em you love 'em every time

One more time

One more time