Lyrics
Have you ever seen the sun go down
From the edge of a plowed-up field
Do you know how a backroad curve
Slide-on-a-bench-seat feels
What you know about getting out just to count the stars
Park and running round, pulling down
Fireflies in the dark
It ain't that hard baby
It ain't that far nah
Baby we can get a little out there
Talkin' mountain dock, just a little town square
Riding them roads all around where
We can get lost where the river runs off
Where the rain that falls on the ground there
Fresher than a pine on the rear view
Take a pickup, disappear to where we ain't been yet
Take this thing right here and get a little out there
Out there, out there (oh let's get a little out there girl)
One more time, one more time
I'm talking way, way out
We could jump in the truck now
Fill up the tank
What you think if we head south
We could get out there in 45 minutes
Nothing but you, me, the moon and the crickets
What you know about getting out and dropping down again
Park and lay 'em down, messing around and counting every day
It beats the bar babe
It ain't that far, nah
Baby we can get a little out there
Talkin' mountain dock, just a little town square
Riding them roads all around where
We can get lost where the river runs off
Where the rain that falls on the ground there
Fresher than a pine on the rear view
Take a pickup, disappear to where we ain't been yet
Take this thing right here and get a little out there
This might sound a little out there
But I wanna get out there with you
Yeah with you
Yeah I'm just putting it out there
Out there girl
But I bet you wanna get out there too (I know you do)
Yes you do
Baby we can get a little out there
Talkin' mountain dock, just a little town square
Ridin' them roads all around where
We can get lost where the river runs off
With the rain that falls on the ground there
Fresher than a pine on the rear view
Take a pick up disappear to where we ain't been yet
Take this thing right here and get a little somewhere
Have you ever seen the sun go down
From the edge of a plowed-up field
Do you know how a backroad curve
Slide-on-a-bench-seat feels
What you know about getting out just to count the stars
Park and running around pull 'em down fireflies in the dark
It ain't that hard baby
Colt Ford, Don Lewis, we out here