歌詞
You and me in the front seat
With a full tank, a little Friday cash
Blackstreet on the CD (No Diggity)
A little blast from the past
We could push the pedal down to the West Coast
Girl, the coast is clear
Yeah, we could lean the seats back
Do a little road trip around here
'Cause you got them lips like California
Southern drawl like Georgia
Gypsy like that Joshua tree
Sweeter than a Texas tea
Hand like Pensacola
Heatwave when I hold you
Taking me everywhere tonight
And we ain't crossed the county line
Okay, uh-huh
Baby, let my fingers dry
Okay, uh-huh-uh, uh
Yeah, babe
If it's a place that I ain't been
Well I just been, girl, I swear
Your kiss is like a roadmap
Yeah, you taking me everywhere
I don't need my hands on the wheel
'Cause I got both hands on you
Don't need the interstate
When I can take the scenic route
You got that sweet home Alabama
Hips just like Atlanta
Words like Tennessee whiskey
When you put your hands on me
Cool like San Diego
Don't need no Winnebago
You're taking me everywhere tonight
And we ain't crossed the county line
Okay, uh-huh
Baby, let my fingers dry
Okay, uh-huh-uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Girl, let's keep the seats leaned back back, yeah (Leaned back)
I'm loving every mile we pass (Pass)
'Cause you got them lips like California
Southern drawl like Georgia
Gypsy like that Joshua tree
Sweeter than Texas tea
Tan like Pensacola
Heatwave when I hold you
Taking me everywhere tonight
And we ain't crossed the county line
Okay, uh-huh
Baby, let my fingers dry
Okay, uh-huh
We ain't crossed the county line
There's a place that I ain't been
Well, I just been, yeah, girl, I swear, uh
We ain't crossed the county line
Okay, uh-huh
Yeah
Written by: Ben Burgess, Brett Tyler, Matt Dragstrem
