Florida Georgia Line - Dig Your Roots Lyrics
Smooth
Smooth
Like a Tennessee Walker
Just a walking on the water
You're smooth
Like a Sunday morning Elvis
Singing Gospel it's a hell of a groove
Like the lines on her Mercury
Girl you're put together perfectly
Good lord almighty
Girl, you go down good
You ain't even trying
Cause you wrote the book
There ain't nobody
A do me like you
The way you move that body
Girl, you're so smooth
Like cat daddy driving
A Caddy from Cali baby
You're smooth
Like young love buzzing
Off an old can bottle by the Moon
Blackberry jam, finger-licking
Off your hand flying out the window
Good lord almighty
Girl, you go down good
You ain't even trying
Cause you wrote the book
There ain't nobody
(There ain't nobody)
A do me like you
(Do me like you)
The way you move that body
(The way you move that body)
Girl, you're so smooth
(So smooth)
Smooth, smooth
You're a stroke on the canvas
A brick road to Kansas
My little summer time jam
Good lord almighty
Girl, you go down good
You ain't even trying
Cause you wrote the book
There ain't nobody
(There ain't nobody)
A do me like you
(Do me like you)
The way you move that body
(The way you move that body)
Girl, you're so smooth
(So smooth)
Smooth, smooth
(You so smooth)
Smooth
Writer: BRIAN KELLEY, JORDAN MARK SCHMIDT, NICOLLE ANNE GALYON, TYLER REED HUBBARD
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Round Hill Music Big Loud Songs
Dig Your Roots
Yeah, I grew up ten minutes from the sticks
Ten minutes from the beach
And there ain't a Bible verse, y'all
I ain't heard a preacher preach
Mom and Dad up in the bleachers
Screaming while I pitch
Beating deep on the speakers
Finally riding around the town
With my best friends, ain't life like a whirlwind
One second I'm playing checkers with Grandma
Then my world ends
I used to hear my granddaddy say
Before it's too late
You gotta dig your roots
'For the sun comes down
Show some love back to your hometown
Fall in love, plant some seeds
Carve some names in the family tree
Raise your kids, love your wife
Put God first, just to live your life
Hey, I think I'm gonna go
And get a little more dirt on my boots
You gotta dig your roots
Yeah, I'm a long haired, tattooed, feather in the wind
Yeah,a good ol' boy, just like my old man
Every night when I'm singing
I know he's looking down
Up there next to PawPaw
Got the best seats in the house
When I close my eyes I can still hear him say
The same thing I'm gonna tell my kids
You gotta dig your roots
'For the sun comes down
Show some love back to your hometown
Fall in love, plant some seeds
Carve some names in the family tree
Raise your kids, love your wife
Put God first, just to live your life
Hey, I think I'm gonna go
And get a little more dirt on my boots
You gotta dig your roots
I'm so of proud of where I came from
This town is who I am
And the way I was raised up
Made me a better man
I'm proud of where I cam from
And damn I love this land
And the way that I was raised up
Made me a better man
You gotta dig your roots
'For the sun comes down
Show some love back to your hometown
Fall in love, plant some seeds
Carve some names in the family tree
Raise your kids, love your wife
Put God first, just to live your life
Hey, I think I'm gonna go
And get a little more dirt on my boots
You gotta dig your roots
Writer: BRETT JAMES, BRIAN KELLEY, JERRY FLOWERS, KEITH SMITH, TYLER HUBBARD, WILL WEATHERLY
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Round Hill Music Big Loud Songs, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Life Is A Honeymoon
[Florida Georgia Line:]
Every time I look in your eyes
It's like you take me back to the islands
You got me mile high cause you're my little pilot
I'm smiling, no sand in the hour glass
We can let the hours pass, baby, cause you're timeless
It's easy living right beside you
We got it, whatever we go through, baby
Life is a honeymoon, we're gonna live it
Let love keep us lifting, my dear
Turn up a summer tune, we're gonna kick it
Get it sounding like Hendrix in here
Serve the cervesa cause we wanna sip it
Not missing a moment we're giving
Cause life is a honeymoon, we're gonna live it
Let love keep us lifting, my dear
See, it's a Monday through Friday, 365 celebration
A every day-cation
Let my kiss be an open invitation
See where it can take us and get our hearts racing
I love flying way up there with you
You keep the air up in my parachute, baby
Life is a honeymoon, we're gonna live it
Let love keep us lifting, my dear
Turn up a summer tune, let's have a party
Get it sounding like Marley in here
Serve the cervesa cause we wanna sip it
Not missing a moment we're giving
Cause life is a honeymoon, we're gonna live it
Let love keep us lifting, my dear
[Ziggy Marley:]
She is my morning sun and when the evening come
She's the moonlit sky, yeah
Truth is, this is how we belong
Happy people do it one and one, let your tear be gone
No need to worry, this love is forever young
The queen of my desire, you're my music from my song
The wood in on my fire, you're my fire that's never gone
Who feels it knows, FGL how it goes
[Florida Georgia Line:]
Life is a honeymoon, we're gonna live it
Let love keep us lifting, my dear
Turn up a summer tune, we're gonna kick it
Get it sounding like Hendrix in here
Serve the cervesa cause we wanna sip it
Not missing a moment we're giving
Cause life is a honeymoon, we're gonna live it
Writer: BRIAN KELLEY, CARY RYAN BARLOWE, DAVID NESTA MARLEY, JORDAN SCHMIDT, TYLER REED HUBBARD
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Round Hill Music Big Loud Songs, Spirit Music Group
H.O.L.Y.
When the sun had left and the winter came
And the sky fall to only bring the rain
I sat in darkness
All broken hearted
I couldn't find a day I didn't feel alone
I never meant to cry, started losing hope
But somehow, baby
You broke through and saved me
You're an angel, tell me you're never leavin'
'Cause you're the first thing I know I can believe in
You're holy, holy, holy, holy
I'm high on loving you
High on loving you
You're holy, holy, holy, holy
I'm high on loving you
High on loving you
You made the brightest days from the darkest nights
You're the river bank where I was baptized
Cleansed from the demons
That were killin' my freedom
Let me lay you down, give me to ya
Get you singing babe, hallelujah
We'll be touchin', we'll be touchin' heaven
You're an angel, tell me you're never leavin'
'Cause you're the first thing I know I can believe in
You're holy, holy, holy, holy
I'm high on loving you
High on loving you
You're holy, holy, holy, holy
I'm high on loving you
High on loving you
I don't need these stars 'cause you shine for me (shine for me)
Like fire in my veins, you're my ecstasy
You're my ecstasy
You're holy, holy, holy, holy
I'm high on loving you
High on loving you
You're holy, holy, holy, holy
I'm high on loving you
High on loving you
You're the healin' hands where it used to hurt
You're my saving grace, you're my kind of church
You're holy
Writer: Michael James Ryan Busbee, Nate Cyphert, William Wiik Larsen
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Songtrust Ave
Island
Yeah this place is wall to wall, can't barely move, takes fifteen minutes just to get a drink
It's crazy here, this crowd tonight's so loud in here you can hardly think
But everything's fading babe, cause you're all I see
It's like we're alone in here baby
We might as well be on an island, we might as well be on the moon
The way you're looking at me baby, can't take my eyes off you
Feels like the world is disappearing every time we touch
We're so caught up in each other, it's just the two of us
We might as well be on an island, we might as well be on an island
It's just me and you, back corner booth, we're sitting on the same seat
Got my hands all over you and, yeah girl, you're all over me
Like nobody's watching us baby, let them all see
Still that ain't stopping us baby
We might as well be on an island, we might as well be on the moon
The way you're looking at me baby, can't take my eyes off you
Feels like the world is disappearing every time we touch
We're so caught up in each other, it's just the two of us
We might as well be on an island, we might as well be on an island
We might as well be on an island
Like we're the last two on this Earth
Like we're frozen here in time
Like it's empty here tonight
We might as well be on an island, we might as well be on the moon
The way you're looking at me baby, can't take my eyes off you
Feels like the world is disappearing every time we touch
We're so caught up in each other, it's just the two of us
We might as well be on an island, we might as well be on an island, yeah
Writer: RYAN JAMES HURD, MATTHEW JOHN MCGINN, JORDAN MARK SCHMIDT, Jordan Schmidt
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
May We All
May we all get to grow up in our red white and blue little town
Get a one star hand me down Ford to try to fix up
With some part time cash from driving a tractor
Find a sweet little thang, wears your ball cap backwards
Kinda place you can't wait to leave but nobody does
Cause you miss it too much
May we all know that nothing ain't cool 'til you wear the new off
The sound of a quarter rollin' down a jukebox
Play the Travis Tritt right above the 2Pac
Hope you get lost down some road
Slow rolling with the top off the back of a Bronco
Buy a cold sixer with a cashed in lotto
She's smilin' with her hair blowing out the window
Where you 'bout to go?
Yeah you learn to fly and if you can't then you just free fall
May we all
May we all get to see those fields of green turn gold
Watch a marching band play with the harvest moon coming up
And know that fifteen minutes of famous
Ain't gonna be what makes us or breaks us but
We'll all be watching the TV the day that it comes
May we all know that nothing ain't cool 'til you wear the new off
The sound of a quarter rollin' down a jukebox
Play the Travis Tritt right above the 2Pac
Hope you get lost down some road
Slow rolling with the top off the back of a Bronco
Buy a cold sixer with a cashed in lotto
She's smilin' with her hair blowing out the window
Where you 'bout to go?
Yeah you learn to fly and if you can't then you just free fall
May we all
May we all do a little bit better than the first time
Learn a little something from the worst times
Get a little stronger from the hurt times
May we all get to have a chance to ride the fast one
Walk away wiser when we crashed one
Keep hoping that the best one is the last one
Yeah you learn to fly and if you can't then you just free fall
May we all
May we all
May we all
May we all (get to have a chance to ride the fast one)
May we all (walk away wiser when we crashed one)
May we all (keep hoping that the best one is the last one)
(yeah the last one)
Yeah you learn to fly and if you can't then you just free fall
May we all
Writer: Jamie Moore, Rodney Dale Clawson
Copyright: Lyrics © Round Hill Music Big Loud Songs, BMG Rights Management
Summerland
Sky on a break, break down
Ghost town, shake down beach
Good vibes, blowin' in that Gulf Shore breeze
Saltwater skinny dip waitin' on me
It's hotter in the water, good Lord
Ain't no doubt, 'bout to lay you down on a beach towel
California king style
Gonna do it all night, baby
Big stars shinin' over Summerland
Sunburnt love with a a southern man
Baby, right now I'm high as a kite
Seabirds fly, yeah, I just might tonight
Gypsy driftwood, Shiner bock, kissin' on the dock
Big dipper, slow dance
With my hands where the sun don't tan
Don't you worry 'bout the sand
In no time, baby, we'll be slippin' off to Summerland
Lay it on back, back to the back of that ragtop Jeep
Blame it on the waves, we ain't geting no sleep
Fireside crackle kiss, plant it on my cheek
Lips on a bottle
I know you ain't a model, but you should be a model
I'm gonna kiss you to till tomorrow
And I'm gonna do it all night, baby
Big stars shinin' over Summerland
Sunburnt love with a a southern man
Baby, right now I'm high as a kite
Seabirds fly, yeah, I just might tonight
Gypsy driftwood, Shiner bock, kissing on the dock
Big dipper, slow dance
With my hands where the sun don't tan
Don't you worry 'bout the sand
In no time, baby, we'll be slippin' off to Summerland
Ain't no doubt, 'bout to lay you down on a beach towel
California king style
Gonna do it all night, baby
Big stars shinin' over Summerland
Sunburn love with a a southern man
Baby, right now I'm high as a kite
Seabirds fly, yeah, I just might tonight
Gypsy driftwood, Shiner bock, kissin' on the dock
Big dipper, slow dance
With my hands where the sun don't tan
Don't you worry 'bout the sand
In no time, baby, we'll be slippin' off to Summerland
The sky on a break, break down
Ghost town, shake down beach
Good vibes blowin' in that Gulf Shore breeze
Writer: TYLER HUBBARD, BRIAN KELLEY, JESSE FRASURE, CHRIS TOMPKINS
Copyright: Lyrics © Round Hill Music Big Loud Songs, Downtown Music Publishing
Lifer
I'ma lifer
I can hear that rain fallin' on it's hidden roof
Girl after all we've been through
Feels like the calm after the storm
So what you say we take this sunday
We love you till it's monday
We'll go have a fun day and baby we'll get back to us
We'll get back to us
We've been trippin' over the same shit
I'm over the whose to blame shit
We throwin' up a white flag
I'm dancin' with who I came with
I'm your man and you my lady
Baby I'm a lifer I ain't goin' nowhere
Told you since day one I had to wife ya
Show the world that I just wanna love ya
Girl I don't wanna fight ya
Yeah you're the only one for me
God knows that I'm a product of George Strait
And dammit all I'm sayin' to you
I done check yes and gave my mama's ring to you
Ain't nobody was sighted
My arms can't get any wider
Baby I'ma, baby I'ma, baby I'ma lifer
I'ma lifer, I'ma lifer, I'ma lifer
Whatever we go through girl we're family
There's nothin' we can't do can we
Tether through the weather, got us better than before
We just gotta learn how to stay here
Build on the love we made here
Make more time for prayer and the man upstairs
Cause I believe we can move any mountain when we're good
I believe I ain't me without you walkin' out in that white dress
Life without you is lifeless
I'm your man and you my lady
Baby I'm a lifer I ain't goin' nowhere
Told you since day one I had to wife ya
Show the world that I just wanna love ya
Girl I don't wanna fight ya
Yeah you're the only one for me
God knows that I'm a product of George Strait
And dammit all I'm sayin' to you
I done check yes and gave my mama's ring to you
Ain't nobody was sighted
My arms can't get any wider
Baby I'ma, baby I'ma, baby I'ma lifer
I'ma lifer, I'ma lifer, I'ma lifer
The twists and turns
Sometimes the love can hurt ya
Sometimes it burns
The wait ain't always perfect
We'll just keep diggin', dig in
Dig our feet into the dirt and get back to us
We'll get back to us
We've been trippin' over the same shit
I'm over the whose to blame shit
We throwin' up a white flag
I'm dancin' with who I came with
Can't wait to see our kids
Hope they look just like you
I'm your man and you my lady
Baby I'm a lifer I ain't goin' nowhere
Told you since day one I had to wife ya
Show the world that I just wanna love ya
Girl I don't wanna fight ya
Yeah you're the only one for me
God knows that I'm a product of George Strait
And dammit all I'm sayin' to you
I done check yes and gave my mama's ring to you
Ain't nobody was sighted
My arms can't get any wider
Baby I'ma, baby I'ma, baby I'ma lifer
I'ma lifer, I'ma lifer, I'ma lifer
There's somethin' about the rain drops, the rain drops
Just let me fall
Till the rain stops, till the rain stops, let me fall
Just let 'em fall
There's somethin' about the rain drops, the rain drops
Writer: JORDAN SCHMIDT, TYLER REED HUBBARD, BRIAN KELLEY, TYLER HUBBARD
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Round Hill Music Big Loud Songs
Good Girl Bad Boy
She's a little bit of red wine, he's whiskey smoke
He's ragged on the edge, she's keeping him holding out hope
She's a front pew, hallelujah, drop another 20 in the plate,
he's on the back row little hungover bout 20 minutes late.
She's a good girl, sky blue, turquoise, fallin' for a bad boy, drivin' that Detroit,
big block cruising up the blacktop, turning up a corn row, scare crow, farmhouse, gravel road,
comin' for a good girl counting down the sunset, never been broke heart racing like a corvette,
got a little wild fire burning in her angel eyes, probably ain't never been lost after midnight
Tryin' to be a good girl, but fallin' for a bad boy [x2]
She's sundress cotton, he's grease on a Carhartt shirt
She's a candle in the wind, he's a light it up and let it burn
And everytime she's with him, all she wants to do is kiss him
Starts thinking maybe she can fix him, he's thinking he's love to let her try
She's a good girl, sky blue, turquoise, fallin' for a bad boy, drivin' that Detroit,
big block cruising up the blacktop, turning up a corn row, scare crow, farmhouse, gravel road,
comin' for a good girl counting down the sunset, never been broke heart racing like a corvette,
got a little wild fire burning in her angel eyes, probably ain't never been lost after midnight
Tryin' to be a good girl, but fallin' for a bad boy [x2]
And every times she's with him, she knows she probably oughta quit him, but he don't wanna let her get away
She's a good girl, sky blue, turquoise, fallin' for a bad boy, drivin' that Detroit,
big block cruising up the blacktop, turning up a corn row, scare crow, farmhouse, gravel road,
comin' for a good girl counting down the sunset, never been broke heart racing like a corvette,
got a little wild fire burning in her angel eyes, probably ain't never been lost after midnight
Tryin' to be a good girl, but fallin' for a bad boy [x2]
Yeah
She's so good [x9]
Fallin' for a bad boy.
Writer: RODNEY CLAWSON, ZACH CROWELL, MATT JENKINS
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Round Hill Music Big Loud Songs, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Wish You Were On It
In your cup holder was some loose change
He got your cellphone on vibrate
I wish you were on it
There's a road you got to take to get to my place
Faded up yellow lines on two lanes
I wish you were on it
I could use a little Henny right now
Rushin' over, runnin' into my house
Just want you back, tears rollin' down your face
Drop your keys on my hardwood floor
Kiss me like you never kissed me before
And girl I swear that's all that it would take
And you know the way
I wish you were on it
Wish you were on it
Wish you were on it
There's a parking spot under the sycamore
And them flood lights on the front porch
I wish you were on it
And through the front door of the stair case
There's a floor post down the hall way
I wish you were on it
I could use a little Henny right now
Rushin' over, runnin' into my house
Just want you back, tears rollin' down your face
Drop your keys on my hardwood floor
Kiss me like you never kissed me before
And girl I swear that's all that it would take
And you know the way
I wish you were on it
Wish you were on it
Wish you were on it
There's a heart that needs to unbreak
And you know the way
I could use a little Henny right now
Rushin' over, runnin' into my house
Just want you back, tears rollin' down your face
Drop your keys on my hardwood floor
Kiss me like you never kissed me before
And girl I swear that's all that it would take
And you know the way
I wish you were on it
Wish you were on it
Wish you were on it
Writer: HUNTER PHELPS, JAMESON J RODGERS, SMITH ELWYN AHNQUIST, WILLIAM BRADFORE JR WEATHERLY
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
God Your Mama And Me
That Sunday morning choir calling, church doors open wide
That hallelujah shoot right through ya, make you feel alive
That key under the mat, you know right where it's at
It's waiting with the porch light on
Don't bother calling, no need for knocking, just come on home
Come on home, my love is
Never gonna run dry, never gonna come up empty
Now until the day I die, unconditionally
You know I'm always gonna be here for ya
No one's ever gonna love you more than
God, your mama, and me
God, your mama, and me
Unconditionally
God, your mama, and me
Loud as shotgun, angels singing with the radio
Praying with you every mile down any dead end road
You can tell me every secret that you been keeping
I'll hold it, lock and key
Up with you all night, holding you all night, I never leave
You better believe my love is
Never gonna run dry, never gonna come up empty
Now until the day I die, unconditionally
You know I'm always gonna be here for ya
No one's ever gonna love you more than
God, your mama, and me
God, your mama, and me
Unconditionally
God, your mama, and me
You better believe it, you better believe it
Every step you take, I'll be as sure as your shadow
Every move you make, you know I'm part of you wherever you go
Baby, you know my love is
Never gonna run dry, never gonna come up empty
Now until the day I die, unconditionally
You know I'm always gonna be here for ya
No one's ever gonna love you more than
God, your mama, and me
God, your mama, and me
Unconditionally
God, your mama, and me
Writer: Gordon Francis Sampson, Hillary Lee Lindsey, Joshua Peter Kear
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, BMG Rights Management
Music Is Healing
Tears on a six string
Another angel gone
Leavin' you all alone
Dealin' with your demons
I know you layin' there wonderin'
If your prayers ever make it through the ceilin' too
Yeah I know what you goin' through
If I could write the perfect song
Make a little right out of all the wrongs
Would you close your eyes?
Would you let it in?
Would you light your candle against the wind?
If I could sing the perfect words
And change the world, unhurt the hurt
That we're all feelin'
Stop the bleedin'
Get back to believin'
Love is the answer and music is healin'
And there's a lot of souls lookin' for the high road
Everybody's needin'
Maybe just a little simple melody
Is all we need to keep our broken hearts beatin' true
And get the whole world in tune
If I could write the perfect song
Make a little right out of all the wrongs
Would you close your eyes?
Would you let it in?
Would you light your candle against the wind?
If I could sing the perfect words
And change the world, unhurt the hurt
That we're all feelin'
Stop the bleedin'
Get back to believin'
Love is the answer and music is healin'
Yeah I know in my heart of hearts
That we ain't where we're supposed to be
And everybody's got their scars
But we can live in harmony, yeah
Your song is playin'
Your song is playin'
It's gonna save ya
It's gonna save ya
When you're layin' there wonderin'
If your prayers ever make it through the ceilin' too
Yeah I know what you goin' through
If I could write the perfect song
Make a little right out of all the wrongs
Would you close your eyes?
Would you let it in?
Would you light your candle against the wind?
If I could sing the perfect words
And change the world, unhurt the hurt
That we're all feelin'
Stop the bleedin'
Get back to believin'
Love is the answer and music is healin'
Love is the answer and music is healin'
You gotta believe it
Love is the answer and music is healin'
Writer: JORDAN SCHMIDT, TYLER REED HUBBARD, BRIAN KELLEY, CRAIG MICHAEL WISEMAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
While Hes Still Around
While he's still around
I'm gonna take him out to fish
So we can catch up on them stories
That we ain't got to yet
And while he's still around
I'm gonna make a couple of notes
About how's love my mother
Since all those years ago
'Cause you never know when the phone is gonna ring
Sayin' heaven had it out to make you wings
And all those things that you were gonna do
Are just tear drops rainin' on a church pew
So I'm gonna try to say before I gotta pray it
Hopin' that he's lookin' down
And tell him that I love him while he's still around
While he's still around
We're gonna fix up that old car
So one day when it's all mine
He'll be there every time it starts
And while he's still around
Yeah, I want to meet the one
Watch him try and hold them tears back
When I see him holdin' my son
'Cause you never know when the phone is gonna ring
Sayin' heaven had it out to make you wings
And all those things that you were gonna do
Are just tear drops rainin' on a church pew
So I'm gonna try to say before I gotta pray it
Hopin' that he's lookin' down
And tell him that I love him while he's still around
I'm gonna try and catch a game with him
Take a road trip, get on out of state with him
Thank every memory I can make with him
Live it up before it's too late with him
You never know when the phone is gonna ring
Sayin' heaven had it out to make you wings
And all those things that you were gonna do
Are just tear drops rainin' on a church pew
So I'm gonna try to say before I gotta pray it
Hopin' that he's lookin' down
And tell him that I love him while he's still around
Writer: BRIAN KELLEY, CHASE RICE, CRAIG WISEMAN, JESSE RICE, JORDAN SCHMIDT, TYLER HUBBARD
Copyright: Lyrics © OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Grow Old
Tell me that you love me
Say "we'll always work it out"
I know it's kinda scary
But it's only temporary doubt
I've done a lot of stupid things
But promise that you're gonna stay long enough to grow old with me
We're gonna see the good times love each other through the bad
It's gonna hurt like hell when we lose our moms and dads
So let my shoulder hold your tears
Walk beside me through the years
Baby let's see, where this love could lead
Let's hold hands on your favorite beach
Fix up a house that we found in the city limits
Tangled up in a satin sheet
And get a little loud when we've had to much to drink
And learn to love from a church pew
Laugh about all the times we counted pennies
Buy some land with a good view
To start a family
Baby grow old with me
It's gonna take a little time we'll have to work at it everyday
We're gonna lose a lot of sleep and learn to eat out of a microwave
You know we'll probably never have it all
But that's part of building up the walls strong enough to stand up through the rain
We'll make some love on your favorite beach
And at the house that we found in the city limits
Talk our babies through the bad dreams
When they get a little older we'll tell them not to drink
Book a church when she finds a groom
Laugh about all the times they'll count the pennies
Give them land with a good view
To start a family
And baby you know we might take a turn down a backroad, maybe go where the wind blows baby,
but end up right where we were meant to be
Back and forth on a porch swing
Hard not to smile thinking how it don't get much better
Our babies, babies turning 18
What a family
Baby grow old with me [x3]
Tell me that you love me
Say "we'll always work it out"
Writer: Andrew Allen, Anthony Anderson, Steve Smith, Meghan Patrick
Copyright: Lyrics © Walt Disney Music Company, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Heatwave
Baby girl I'm caught up in your heatwave
You're not like the end of June
It's not like you're gonna cool off soon
The spotlight looks good on you
It looks good on you
Shadows heat you like a headdress
Key to my heart on your necklace
Between summer girl and that sundress
I'm sweatin' and I'm reckless
Moon dance in the starlight
Got two hands on your hips tonight
It's hot as hell but it's just right
Let me drive a double shot on your cruisin' light
Midnight sweat, jerky skin
Can't cool off on a cold even
Love this love we're makin' baby even if it's rainin'
Talk about a heatwave
Watch your body move to the beat babe
Feels like we're havin' us a beach day
Lightin' it up while your feet sway
I'm caught up in your heatwave
Heatwave (girl so fine)
Heatwave (girl so fine)
Baby girl I'm caught up in your
Two piece in the water
That's all me, I got her
There's gonna be some lightenin' at the bottom of this bottle
We have drawn our names in the white sand
Call it what it is, I'm the right man
Meltin' ice in your right hand
But I'ma put a rock on your left baby
Moon dance in the starlight
Got two hands on your hips tonight
It's hot as hell but it's just right
Let me drive a double shot on your cruisin' light
Midnight sweat, jerky skin
Can't cool off on a cold even
Love this love we're makin' baby even if it's rainin'
Talk about a heatwave
Burnin' up, baby you've got me burnin' up
You're so south just turn it up
Love it any way you serve it up, serve it up
Burnin' up, baby you've got me burnin' up
You're so south just turn it up
Love it any way you serve it up
Serve it up
Moon dance in the starlight
Got two hands on your hips tonight
It's hot as hell but it's just right
Let me drive a double shot on your cruisin' light
Midnight sweat, jerky skin
Can't cool off on a cold even
Love this love we're makin' baby even if it's rainin'
Talk about a heatwave (burnin' up)
Baby you've got me burnin' up
You're so south just turn it up
Love it any way you serve it up serve it up
Burnin' up, baby you've got me burnin' up
You're so south just turn it up
Love it any way you serve it up, serve it up
Baby girl I'm caught up in your
Writer: Brad Warren, Brett D. Warren, Brian Kelley, Jordan Schmidt, Kyle Allan Fishman, Tyler Reed Hubbard
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.