歌手:Luke Combs
专辑:《Growin' Up》

作词 : Luke Combs/Ray Fulcher/Dan Isbell/Reid Isbell
作曲 : Luke Combs/Ray Fulcher/Dan Isbell/Reid Isbell
Give me a stone cold George Jones whiskey bent barstool night
I wanna fly like a honky tonk moth to that neon light
These highway burnin' me up blues been weighing me down
There's a hole in the wall needs fillin' on the edge of town
I'm gonna floorboard that Ford straight toward my baby's house
She'll be shinin' like a million dollar diamond second she steps out
She'll be slipping me sugar and buddy, she ain't gonna stop
Till we Bonnie and Clyde slide into that parking lot

'Bout to light that fuse on a Friday night
Get to cutting loose on this wound up tight
Where 20 bucks buys guitars strumming
Paychecks turn to cold beer buzzin'
All that leads to late night loving
We ain't there yet, but we ain't far from it

That Tele rippin' Mississippi cover band's sure on point
She on the dance floor, good Lord, droppin' every jaw in the joint
When she flips that switch I'm off like a rocket
Ain't no way to stop it

When we light that fuse on a Friday night
Get to cutting loose on this wound up tight
Where 20 bucks buys guitars strumming
Paychecks turn to cold beer buzzin'
All that leads to late night loving
We ain't there yet, but we ain't far from it

'Bout to light that fuse on a Friday night
Get to cutting loose on this wound up tight
Where 20 bucks buys guitars strumming
Paychecks turn to cold beer buzzin'
All that leads to late night loving
We ain't there yet, but we ain't far from it

No we ain't there yet, but we ain't far from it