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Chris Young - Young Love & Saturday Nights Album Lyrics



Chris Young - Young Love & Saturday Nights Lyrics






Looking For You

I didn't know what I was missin'
Until the second that you walked in
To that bar that night
Under those neon lights
From the moment that you touched me
I was hopin' that you'd love me
Forever and ever, for all time

Didn't know that I had been so blind
But you opened my eyes

I was lookin' more single every single weekend
Lookin' for a feelin' to get my heart beatin'
Lookin' for an up all night long
The right kiss, right song
Lookin' for a sunrise leadin' to a sunset
Lookin' for a someone I could spend it with
Then it came around right out of the blue
And it turns out
Oh, I was lookin' for you
Yeah, I was lookin' for you

Couldn't have just been anyone
The way you smiled and said my name
Girl, you were so original
I knew I'd never be the same

I was lookin' more single every single weekend
Lookin' for a feelin' to get my heart beatin'
Lookin' for an up all night long (all night)
The right kiss, right song (all night)
Lookin' for a sunrise leadin' to a sunset
Lookin' for a someone I could spend it with
Then it came around right out of the blue
And it turns out
Oh, I was lookin' for you
I was lookin' for you

I didn't know that I had been so blind
But you opened my eyes

I was lookin' more single every single weekend
Lookin' for a feelin' to get my heart beatin'
Lookin' for an up all night long (all night)
The right kiss, right song
Lookin' for a sunrise leadin' to a sunset
Lookin' for a someone I could spend it with
Then it came around right out of the blue
And it turns out
Oh, I was lookin' for you
Yeah, I was lookin' for you
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Writer: Christopher Michael Destefano, Christopher Alan Young, Emily Weisband, James McNair
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




All Dogs Go to Heaven

He's hangin' out the window on every Sunday drive
He's front door standin' guard, barkin' as the cars go by
He's always glad to see me, and sad to see me go
He's the closest thing to pure love that I've ever known

And that's why all dogs go to Heaven
To spend forever runnin' wild and free off the leash
I know he'll probably go before me
Oh, and that's the day I'm dreadin'
But he'll be waitin' on me at the gates
'Cause all dogs go to Heaven

If you spell God backwards, you'll get man's best friend
And when this life is over, man, that ain't gonna end
And you won't find it in the Bible, but I know it's true
If up there in the sky, there's a place for me and you

Then all dogs go to Heaven
To spend forever runnin' wild and free off the leash
I know he'll probably go before me
Oh, and that's the day I'm dreadin'
But he'll be waitin' on me at the gates
'Cause all dogs go to Heaven
Mm

There'll be bones for chewin', sticks for chasin'
And never-ending fields to play in

Because all dogs go to Heaven
To spend forever runnin' wild and free off the leash
I know he'll probably go before me
Oh, and that's the day I'm dreadin'
But he'll be waitin' on me at the gates
Yeah, just like we ain't never missed a day
'Cause all dogs go to Heaven
All dogs go to Heaven
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Writer: Cale Dodds, Chris Young, Corey Crowder
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Young Love & Saturday Nights

He's got a Chevrolet that don't always run
And the radio never turns down
He's got a pedigree that's no good for nothin'
No commas in his bank account

But there's a girl
At the hole in the wall where he plays
Don't take her eyes off the stage

She loves his southern drawl from north of Atlanta
That Silverado he got parked outside
Loves a crankin' '89 Alabama
Kissin' for an hour in the parkin' lot light
Here's to good girls that can't keep from fallin'
For bad boys that their daddies don't like
Small towns that keep stayin' small
Here's to old trucks, young love and Saturday nights

(Na, na, na-na, na, na-na)
Saturday nights
(Na, na, na-na, na, na-na)

As long as pawn shops sell beat-up guitars
To a kid with some hand-me-down keys
As long as leather jackets keep stealin' hearts
Like Elvis and Cash and James Dean

There'll be a girl
At the hole in the wall where he plays
Don't take her eyes off the stage

She loves his southern drawl from north of Atlanta
That Silverado he got parked outside
Loves a crankin' '89 Alabama
Kissin' for an hour in the parkin' lot light
Here's to good girls that can't keep from fallin'
For bad boys that their daddies don't like
Small towns that keep stayin' small
Here's to old trucks, young love and Saturday nights

(Na, na, na-na, na, na-na)
Saturday nights
(Na, na, na-na, na, na-na)

Tank of gas
Some blue eyes and some beer in the back
Fallin' way too fast

She loves his southern drawl from north of Atlanta
That Silverado he got parked outside
Loves a crankin' '89 Alabama
Kissin' for an hour in the parkin' lot light
Here's to good girls that can't keep from fallin'
For bad boys that their daddies don't like
Small towns that keep stayin' small
Here's to old trucks, young love and Saturday nights

(Na, na, na-na, na, na-na)
Saturday nights
(Na, na, na-na, na, na-na)
Yeah, Saturday nights
(Na, na, na-na, na, na-na)
Young love and Saturday nights
(Na, na, na-na, na, na-na)
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Writer: Ashley Glenn Gorley, David Bowie, Jesse Vernon Frasure, Josh Thompson
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Don't Call Me

When you're out downtown on a Friday night
And your girls go home, but you ain't tired
And you've got a little buzz, and I cross your mind
And you find my number

Girl, before you get headed down that road
You're gonna need a new last call place to go
Used to be that guy every time, I know
But now you need another

When you're sitting at a bar at 2 A.M.
If you're lonely and you think you want a friend
A little drunk dial, crash my party
No, baby, don't call me
You're off then you're right back on again
Gotta get over you, I can't take it
Do me a favor when you need somebody
Hey baby, don't call me

If I see your name, then I pick up
And if I pick up, then you show up
And if you show up, then you stay all night
Then you say goodbye, it just ain't right

When you're sitting at a bar at 2 A.M.
If you're lonely and you think you want a friend
A little drunk dial, crash my party
No, baby, don't call me
You're off then you're right back on again
Gotta get over you, I can't take it
Do me a favor when you need somebody
Hey baby, don't call me
Don't call me

Baby, if you care about me
Maybe you could do without me
This is driving me crazy
You gotta let me go, so

When you're sitting at a bar at 2 A.M.
If you're lonely and you think you want a friend
A little drunk dial, crash my party
No, baby, don't call me
You're off then you're right back on again
Gotta get over you, I can't take it
Do me a favor when you need somebody
Hey baby, don't call me

Don't call me, don't call me
Don't call me, don't call me
Don't call me, don't call me
Don't call me, don't call me
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What She Sees In Me

Started out as childhood friends
Started looking out for her, even back then
She was always looking to get into something
Causing a big deal and calling it nothing

Life of the party with a smile that lit up the room
She used to call me, talk a while about some other dude
Treating her wrong
I was always the shoulder she'd cry on

Now I get to see how pretty she is when she wakes up
I get to see how perfect she is with no makeup
I can see us twenty years from now on an old porch swing
I still see her in every dream
I can see her faith when it gets tough
I can see her grace when I mess up
I can see how far she is out of my league
But I still can't see what she sees in me
What she sees in me

The way my name rolls off of her lips
It blows me away, I didn't know that this
Kind of love could even be real, I
I didn't think that every morning for the rest of my life

I'd get to see how pretty she is when she wakes up
I get to see how perfect she is with no makeup
I can see us twenty years from now on an old porch swing
I still see her in every dream
I can see her faith when it gets tough
I can see her grace when I mess up
I can see how far she is out of my league
But I still can't see what she sees in me

Yeah, I get to see how pretty she is when she wakes up
I get to see how perfect she is with no makeup
I can see us twenty years from now on an old porch swing
I still see her in every dream
I can see her faith when it gets tough
I can see her grace when I mess up
I can see how far she is out of my league
But I still can't see what she sees in me
What she sees in me
Yeah, what she sees in me
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Writer: Christian Davis, Christopher Alan Young, Josh Hoge, Kyle Allan Fishman, Ray Fulcher
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Country Boy's Prayer

Dear God
You're the reason why the sun sets in the sky
And rivers keep on running

Dear God
Thank you for the stars
How music steals our hearts
And next-door neighbors wave when we drive by

I pray
There's gas in my truck, and dust in my mirror
That every day my fridge is full of ice-cold beer
Gimme friends that I would fight for
And a girl that I would die for
Let us grow old on a front-porch chair
That's a country boy's prayer

Thank you for the life I live
Thank you for the rain you send
Let the crops come in
Let the home team win
Amen

Thank you for this day
This food, my home, your grace
And the kids growing up like grass
With my last name

Yeah, I pray
There's gas in my truck, and dust in my mirror
That every day my fridge is full of ice-cold beer
Gimme friends that I would fight for
And a girl that I would die for
Let us grow old on a front-porch chair
That's a country boy's prayer
Yeah, whoa

Yeah, I pray
There's gas in my truck, and dust in my mirror
That every day my fridge is full of ice-cold beer
Gimme friends that I would fight for
And a girl that I would die for
Let us grow old on a front-porch chair
That's a country boy's prayer

Thank you for the life I live
Thank you for the rain you send
Let the crops come in
Let the home team win
Amen
Amen
Amen
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Double Down

Hey, bartender, get us there fast
Pour a little more in that whiskey glass
Fill it on up, right up to the rim
Me and the boys about to go all in

And double down on a good time
Paint the town, talkin' real bright
Neon redneck, head bobbin' to the hell yeah, honky-tonk sound
Get a little loud, stomp your boot heels
Talkin' plowed like a cornfield
Two steppin' shuffle, thumb on your buckle, raisin' up trouble
There goes another double down

Pretty little thing lookin' thirsty and hot
About to lay down all the cards I got
Buy her a drink, go for broke
She wants all Jack in her Jack and Coke

Double down on a good time
Paint the town, talkin' real bright
Neon redneck, head bobbin' to the hell yeah, honky-tonk sound
Get a little loud, stomp your boot heels
Talkin' plowed like a cornfield
Two steppin' shuffle, thumb on your buckle, raisin' up trouble
There goes another double down

Double down (double down), down, down

A little overserved, half past one
Ain't slowin' down, havin' too much fun
Oughta go home, oughta be through
Tell you what we're gonna do

Double down on a good time (woo)
Paint the town, talkin' real bright (hey)
Neon redneck, head bobbin' to the hell yeah, honky-tonk sound
Get a little loud, stomp your boot heels
Talkin' plowed like a cornfield
Two steppin' shuffle, thumb on your buckle, raisin' up trouble
There goes another double down

Double down (double down), down, down

Yeah
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Writer: Derek George, Monty Criswell, Tyler Reeve
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Call It a Day

Hey, I know we're day drinkin'
But I'm already thinkin'
We should mess up that bed
Babe, I know it's not the weekend
But you got me feelin' weak and
I just thought we could pretend

And call it a day
Call it a night
Bottle of red
That look in your eyes
Yeah, the sun's still up
But baby, what do you say?
Let's call it a day

That dress in the closet, you can leave it
You ain't gonna need it
I know it's only half past three
But why don't we

Call it a day
Call it a night
Bottle of red
That look in your eyes
Yeah, the sun's still up
But baby, what do you say?
Let's call it a day

Let's call it a day

Baby, I don't wanna stay
For the kinda love that we make
No, I don't wanna wait

Call it a day
Let's call it a night
That red on your lips
And that bottle of wine
Yeah, the sun's still up
But baby, what do you say?
Let's call it a day

Call it a day
Call it a day
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Writer: Chris Destefano, Chris Young, Emily Weisband, Jon Nite
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Drink to Remember

Some folks go with a Jack and Coke
So they can take the edge off
Some folks drink so they don't think
About all the things they did wrong
For me, that ain't how it is
As soon as it hits my lips, yeah

I remember that first beer at twenty-one
Sittin' on the front porch with my old man
I remember that margarita week at the beach
With my feet in the Padre sand
Remember that shot in the dark in the back of the bar
First time that I kissed her
So, you can bet I don't drink to forget
I drink to remember

One taste of rum, don't make me numb
I'm feelin' all the memories
I'm graduatin', celebratin' all my good friends with me
Yeah, I go back to those times
Soon as they pour it on ice, yeah

I remember that first beer at twenty-one
Sittin' on the front porch with my old man
I remember that margarita week at the beach
With my feet in the Padre sand
Remember that shot in the dark in the back of the bar
First time that I kissed her
So, you can bet I don't drink to forget
I drink to remember
I drink to remember

Yeah, I go back to those times
Soon as they pour it on ice

I remember that first beer at twenty-one
Sittin' on the front porch with my old man
I remember that margarita week at the beach
With my feet in the Padre sand
Remember that shot in the dark in the back of the bar
First time that I kissed her
So, you can bet I don't drink to forget
I drink to remember
I drink to remember
I drink to remember
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Writer: Chris Young, Christopher Michael Destefano, Corey Crowder
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Don't Stop Now

Don't stop doing everything you've been doing all night
Don't stop giving me let's get to leaving eyes
If you need a spark, girl, I can be your lighter
But you already started the fire, so

Baby, don't stop, baby, don't stop now
Keep, keeping that pretty blonde hair falling down
Baby, don't quit, baby, don't quit yet
Keep kissing on me, keep taking my breath
'Cause I'm already falling all the way, all in
So don't stop now

Baby, don't you even think about hitting them brakes
'Cause I ain't ever gonna get enough of what ya throw my way
You can turn the lights off, you can leave the lights on
You've already got me past way gone

So baby, don't stop, baby, don't stop now
Keep, keeping that pretty blonde hair falling down
Baby, don't quit, baby, don't quit yet
Keep kissing on me, keep taking my breath
I'm already falling all the way, all in
So don't stop now
No, don't stop now, no

Baby, don't stop, baby, don't stop now
I'm loving how this whole night's playing out
Baby, don't quit, baby, don't quit yet
We're in heaven here together, got me thinking 'bout forever

Baby, don't stop, baby, don't stop now
Keep, keeping that pretty blonde hair falling down
Baby, don't quit, baby, don't quit yet
Keep kissing on me, taking my breath
I'm already falling all the way, all in
So don't stop now

No, don't stop now
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Fall Out

First, you meet out at a whiskey bar
Then you're makin' out in the back of a car
Then you meet her friends and her family
And your heart is beatin' faster than the speed of sound
As you're on one knee one day
Sayin' three words you thought you'd never say
You know in that moment that you're all in
That's how you fall in

But how do you fall out?
How do you tell your heart, "Don't break"?
How do you not care
Whenever someone says her name?
How do you rewind back to the good times
Act like she didn't mean so much?
I know how to fall in, but how do you fall out
Fall out of love?

First, you see her out with somebody new
And it messes with your head 'cause it isn't you
End up at a bar with all your friends
But you feel alone
And you're wonderin'

How do you fall out?
How do you tell your heart, "Don't break"?
How do you not care
Whenever someone says her name?
How do you rewind back to the good times
Act like she didn't mean so much?
I know how to fall in, but how do you fall out
Fall out of love?
Fall out of love

I don't wanna move on faster
I just wish that I could ask her

How do you fall out?
How do you tell your heart, "Don't break"?
How do you not care
Whenever someone says her name?
How do you rewind back to the good times
Act like she didn't mean so much?
I know how to fall in, but how do you fall out
Fall out of love?
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Writer: Chris Young, Chris DeStefano, Emily Weisband, Jon Nite
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Fire

My heart yearns for mom and pops
One-stops and unlocked doors
Brimstone Baptist and sawdust floors
They both have a hell of a choir
Yeah, no damn wonder we love the country under
That big burning ball of fire

Somewhere in the world
There's boys and there's girls standing around a fire
Sipping shine from a jar
Someone on guitar singing some Ring of Fire
And a Friday night quarterback got his arm
Cocked back and ready to fire

My heart yearns for mom and pops
One-stops and unlocked doors
Brimstone Baptist and sawdust floors
They both have a hell of a choir
Yeah, no damn wonder we love the country under
That big burning ball of fire

Fire
There's a kid in a stand
With a shake in his hands
Putting that Browning on fire
And teenagers sneaking out, making out
Knowing they're playing with fire

My heart yearns for mom and pops
One-stops and unlocked doors
Brimstone Baptist and sawdust floors
They both have a hell of a choir
Yeah, no damn wonder we love the country under
That big burning ball of fire

Fire, fire
Big burning ball of fire
Yeah, fire, fire
That big burning ball of fire

My heart yearns for mom and pops
One-stops and unlocked doors
A swing built for two, some old boots on the porch
And a mockingbird up on a wire
Yeah, no damn wonder we love the country under
That big burning ball of fire

Yeah, thank you, Lord Jesus
For all of us being here under that ball of fire
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Writer: Chris Young, Chris DeStefano, Michael Hardy
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Gettin' Older

Might as well be ten feet tall, built of steel, and twice as strong
With a mind just like a wellspring full of lessons
He wakes up and works while he's still able
Sunday nights around that table
He'll cross his calloused hands and lead the blessing
And he loves Mama every day
She still looks at him the same
He's watched time keep ticking by, but he don't complain

Yeah, we love to sing "Forever Young"
And hope the trips around the sun start spinning a little slower
And we're scared that if you blink your eyes, your twenties turn to forty-five
And life puts all its weight there on your shoulders
But if I get half the chance to be like my old man
I ain't afraid of gettin' older

I got a few grays just like him and scars to show the life I've lived
And I'm settling down more with every season
And sure, he's further down the road
But he still shows me where to go
How to live, how to love, how to raise your own ones up

Yeah, we love to sing "Forever Young"
And hope the trips around the sun start spinning a little slower
And we're scared that if you blink your eyes, your twenties turn to forty-five
And life puts all its weight there on your shoulders
But if I get half the chance to be like my old man
I ain't afraid of gettin' older
No, no

So, let those years pile up
And let those clocks keep running
'Cause they don't stop for nothing anyway
And that's okay

Yeah, we love to sing "Forever Young"
And hope the trips around the sun start spinning a little slower
And we're scared that if you blink your eyes, your twenties turn to forty-five
And life puts all its weight there on your shoulders
But if I get half the chance to be like my old man
I ain't afraid of gettin' older
No, no
If I get half the chance to be like my old man
I ain't afraid of gettin' older
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Right Now

I know just how you're feelin'
When 2 A.M. starts creepin' around
And you're layin' by yourself
But you can't fall asleep in that empty house
I'm just lookin' for a reason to call you

We can't bring ourselves to burn a bridge
We might have to walk back across
When it's late and we're lonely, don't wanna move on
And our pride is the only cost
'Cause that fire's still burnin'
And I don't think you wanna let it go out
So if you won't say it, girl, I'll say it
"What are you doin' right now?"

I can meet you at the front door
Let you lay your head down on my chest
I'll place my heart back in your hands
Let the moonlight figure out the rest, yeah

We can't bring ourselves to burn a bridge
We might have to walk back across
When it's late and we're lonely, don't wanna move on
And our pride is the only cost
'Cause that fire's still burnin'
And I don't think you wanna let it go out
So if you won't say it, girl, I'll say it
"What are you doin' right now?"

I'm just lookin' for a reason to call you

We can't bring ourselves to burn a bridge
We might have to walk back across
When it's late and we're lonely, don't wanna move on
And our pride is the only cost
'Cause that fire's still burnin'
And I don't think you wanna let it go out
So if you won't say it, girl, I'll say it
"What are you doin' right now?"

I know just how you're feelin'
When 2 A.M. starts creepin' around
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Writer: Chris Destefano, Chris Young, Josh Hoge
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Million Miles

Yeah, I drink whiskey somewhere new
Some bar where they don't know about you
I've been out on a couple dates
Just hopin' to feel anything
I thought I didn't need you
Thought I needed space
I hate it took breakin' your heart to see I made a big mistake

I took that over you
Rode as far as it would take me
But every turn led me back to your love
There ain't a place where I can outrun you, baby
A million miles ain't far enough

The smallest things can trigger me
And I'm hit by your memory
Some band covers our favorite song
And I'm gone
Just thinkin' 'bout you all night long

I took that over you
Rode as far as it would take me
But every turn led me back to your love
There ain't a place where I can outrun you, baby
A million miles ain't far enough, no
It ain't far enough

I thought I didn't need you
Thought I needed space
I hate it took breakin' your heart to see I made a big mistake

I took that over you
Rode as far as it would take me
But every turn led me back to your love
There ain't a place where I can outrun you, baby
A million miles ain't far enough

A million miles ain't, a million miles ain't
A million miles
A million miles ain't far enough
Yeah, ain't far enough
A million miles ain't, a million miles ain't
A million miles ain't far enough
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Writer: Cary Barlowe, Chris Young, Corey Crowder
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Everybody Grew Up

We were hometown heroes everywhere we'd go
All started for the football team
We were kings of the county, young, dumb, and rowdy
Chasing girls in their cutoff jeans
It's been a minute since we've been back here
But now that we are, it's just like senior year

When everybody grew up off a back road
Burning bald tires under Walmart lights
Everybody grew up in some church clothes
Sunday morning making up for Saturday night
Grew up on some country fiddle
We still turn up just a little
Older but the same old us
Even though everybody grew up
Everybody grew up

Now we're cutting grass instead of cutting class
Now we're making sure the bills get paid
But we still drink beer when we come back here
Get to talkin' 'bout the past and all the hell we raised

Everybody grew up off a back road
Burning bald tires in under Walmart lights
Everybody grew up in some church clothes
Sunday morning making up for Saturday night
Grew up on some country fiddle
We still turn up just a little
Older but the same old us
Even though everybody grew up
Everybody grew up

Yeah, it's been a minute since we've been back here
Now that we are, it's just like senior year

When everybody grew up off a back road
Burning bald tires under Walmart lights
Everybody grew up in some church clothes
Sunday morning making up for Saturday night
Grew up on some country fiddle
We still turn up just a little
Older, but the same old us
Even though everybody grew up
Everybody grew up
Everybody grew up
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Writer: Chris Young, Cole Taylor, Corey Crowder, Tyler Reeve
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Knee Deep in Neon

Sometimes I uphold my record of bein' reckless
It's an itch that I just gotta scratch when I start to get restless
If you see a parkin' lot filled up with cars
And you're lookin' for me, look for the bar

You'll find me knee deep in neon
Hand on a cold one
Tippin' the band for every drinkin' song
Sinkin' deeper and deeper into Friday night fever
Country boys and girls tyin' one on
Just sippin', singin' all night long
Knee deep in neon
Knee deep in neon

It usually starts with a bucket or two of long necks
Then it steps up to shots with a bachelorette party I ain't met, yeah
'Round and 'round until we're all
Lit up like the sign on the wall

Knee deep in neon
Hand on a cold one
Tippin' the band for every drinkin' song
Sinkin' deeper and deeper into Friday night fever
Country boys and girls tyin' one on
Just sippin', singin' all night long
Knee deep in neon
Knee deep in neon

If you see a parkin' lot filled up with cars
And you're lookin' for me, look for the bar
I'll be gettin' my drink on
Swimmin' in whiskey
Just let out a "hell yeah" if you're with me

Knee deep in neon
Hand on a cold one
Tippin' the band for every drinkin' song
Sinkin' deeper and deeper into Friday night fever
Country boys and girls tyin' one on
Just sippin', singin' all night long
Knee deep in neon
Knee deep in neon
Knee deep in neon
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Writer: Chris Young, Lindsay Rimes, Russell Sutton
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Down

You came out of nowhere
Sundress in a Sunday style
Wasn't ready, girl, I swear
Your eyes stole the blue right out of that sky
We might not have made it
But that didn't matter
Baby, there's a fine line between
Forever and a beautiful disaster

I brought the thunder and you brought the rain
Your kiss did me in like a hurricane
I'm still fixin' up this heartbreak house
But lovin' you's still the best storm that ever came down, down, down
That ever came down, down, down

You were one in a million
And they say lightnin' never strikes twice, but
The way that your lips on my lips lit me up
If it did, I sure wouldn't mind

I brought the thunder and you brought the rain
Your kiss did me in like a hurricane
I'm still fixin' up this heartbreak house
But lovin' you's still the best storm that ever came down, down, down
That ever came down, down, down
That ever came down

We might not have made it
But that didn't matter
Baby, there's a fine line between
Forever and a beautiful disaster

I brought the thunder and you brought the rain
Your kiss did me in like a hurricane
I'm still fixin' up this heartbreak house
But lovin' you's still the best storm

I brought the thunder, and you brought the rain
Your kiss did me in like a hurricane
I'm still fixin' up this heartbreak house
But lovin' you's still the best storm that ever came down, down, down
That ever came down, down, down
That ever came down
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Writer: Chris Young, John Calton, Josh Osborne, Ross Copperman
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




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Young Love & Saturday Nights is the ninth studio album by American country music artist Chris Young. It was released on March 22, 2024, by RCA Records Nashville.

The album was produced by Young, Corey Crowder and Chris DeStefano. "Looking for You" and its title track preceded the album as singles.
Genre(s): Country
Producer(s): Corey Crowder, Chris DeStefano, Chris Young
Length: 55:00
Released: March 22nd, 2024
Year: 2024

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