Ooh, yeah
Used to think if he's from Georgia
Then baby, he's a peach
But just 'cause he's got them big brown eyes
Don't mean that he can see
Pick yourself up by the boots
Get your tires on the streets
Let that burning rubber sweep that boy up off his feet
Driving down some dirt road is better
Than sitting at home
At the bar with a long neck is better
Than being alone
If you don't like the way he talk
If you don't like the way he act
Don't go handing over keys to your pink Cadillac
Just like papa told ya
Bate the hook and cast
If you don't like the fish you catch
Throw it back
Baby, don't get desperate
If he don't whip you up
There's all kinds of makes and models of 'em big ol' pick up trucks
Go get you one that's lifted
But honey, not too high
'Cause we all know those kinds of boys can't keep us satisfied
If you don't like the way he talk
If you don't like the way he act
Don't go handing over keys to your pink Cadillac
Just like papa told ya
Bate the hook and cast
If you don't like the fish you catch
Throw it back
If he's business in the front and a party in the back
His mama take one look at him and have a heart attack
But if he says that he was raised on classic country songs
Grab him by the hand and take his country ass back home
If you don't like the way he talk
If you don't like the way he act
Don't go handing over keys to your pink Cadillac
Just like papa told ya
Bate the hook and cast
If you don't like the fish you catch
Throw it back
Throw It Back Video (MV)
Performed By: Tanner Adell
Language: English
Length: 2:35
Written by: Dan Pellerin, Tanner Adell Anderson
Tanner Adell - Throw It Back Lyrics
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Ooh, yeah
Used to think if he's from Georgia
Then baby, he's a peach
But just 'cause he's got them big brown eyes
Don't mean that he can see
Pick yourself up by the boots
Get your tires on the streets
Let that burning rubber sweep that boy up off his feet
Driving down some dirt road is better
Than sitting at home
At the bar with a long neck is better
Than being alone
If you don't like the way he talk
If you don't like the way he act
Don't go handing over keys to your pink Cadillac
Just like papa told ya
Bate the hook and cast
If you don't like the fish you catch
Throw it back
Baby, don't get desperate
If he don't whip you up
There's all kinds of makes and models of 'em big ol' pick up trucks
Go get you one that's lifted
But honey, not too high
'Cause we all know those kinds of boys can't keep us satisfied
If you don't like the way he talk
If you don't like the way he act
Don't go handing over keys to your pink Cadillac
Just like papa told ya
Bate the hook and cast
If you don't like the fish you catch
Throw it back
If he's business in the front and a party in the back
His mama take one look at him and have a heart attack
But if he says that he was raised on classic country songs
Grab him by the hand and take his country ass back home
If you don't like the way he talk
If you don't like the way he act
Don't go handing over keys to your pink Cadillac
Just like papa told ya
Bate the hook and cast
If you don't like the fish you catch
Throw it back
Used to think if he's from Georgia
Then baby, he's a peach
But just 'cause he's got them big brown eyes
Don't mean that he can see
Pick yourself up by the boots
Get your tires on the streets
Let that burning rubber sweep that boy up off his feet
Driving down some dirt road is better
Than sitting at home
At the bar with a long neck is better
Than being alone
If you don't like the way he talk
If you don't like the way he act
Don't go handing over keys to your pink Cadillac
Just like papa told ya
Bate the hook and cast
If you don't like the fish you catch
Throw it back
Baby, don't get desperate
If he don't whip you up
There's all kinds of makes and models of 'em big ol' pick up trucks
Go get you one that's lifted
But honey, not too high
'Cause we all know those kinds of boys can't keep us satisfied
If you don't like the way he talk
If you don't like the way he act
Don't go handing over keys to your pink Cadillac
Just like papa told ya
Bate the hook and cast
If you don't like the fish you catch
Throw it back
If he's business in the front and a party in the back
His mama take one look at him and have a heart attack
But if he says that he was raised on classic country songs
Grab him by the hand and take his country ass back home
If you don't like the way he talk
If you don't like the way he act
Don't go handing over keys to your pink Cadillac
Just like papa told ya
Bate the hook and cast
If you don't like the fish you catch
Throw it back
Writer: Dan Pellerin, Tanner Adell Anderson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.