For You

I'll Take The Chevy

Holes

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Sunset glow on a backroad ride,
She’s sittin’ shotgun, stealin’ my mind.
Boots on the dash, hair flowin’ free,
But it’s that hat that’s killin’ me.
Ain’t no rhinestone, ain’t no crown,
But when she puts that brim down…
Lord have mercy, look at that,
My baby’s on fire in her cowboy hat.
Tippin’ it low with a wink and a smile,
Drivin’ me crazy, drivin’ me wild.
A little bit of country, a little bit of sass,
Heart’s racin’ fast, ain’t no lookin’ back.
Yeah, she’s hotter than the sun on a westbound track,
When she wears that cowboy hat.
Honky-tonk nights and a neon shine,
She’s two-steppin’, sippin’ on wine.
Every guy in the bar can’t help but stare,
But she’s all mine, and I don’t care.
Ain’t no diamonds, ain’t no pearls,
But that hat makes her my girl…
Lord have mercy, look at that,
My baby’s on fire in her cowboy hat.
Tippin’ it low with a wink and a smile,
Drivin’ me crazy, drivin’ me wild.
A little bit of country, a little bit of sass,
Heart’s racin’ fast, ain’t no lookin’ back.
Yeah, she’s hotter than the sun on a westbound track,
When she wears that cowboy hat.
Ain’t about the boots or the dress she’s in,
It’s the way she rocks it with that outlaw grin.
Lord have mercy, look at that,
My baby’s on fire in her cowboy hat.
Tippin’ it low with a wink and a smile,
Drivin’ me crazy, drivin’ me wild.
A little bit of country, a little bit of sass,
Heart’s racin’ fast, ain’t no lookin’ back.
Yeah, she’s hotter than the sun on a westbound track,
When she wears that cowboy hat.
Yeah, she’s all mine, and that’s a fact,
Still fallin’ every time… she wears that hat.


Right in the Middle

Chris Janson