Stop starin' at the rearview. you're checkin' your hair. that wheel is spun and them lights are out. there ain't nothin' for you back there. stop holdin' on so dang tight.
I got a lean in my step, Got a swerve in my swagger. Is it your baby blues, your Daisy dukes all torn and tattered. . Baby, I'm messed up, little cross-eyed.
Every time you kiss me it's like sunshine and whiskey.. Chilling on a beach with my sweet Georgia peach.. Not a care in the world, just trying to beat the heat..