Lyrics
Friday sun's droppin' low behind the grain silo glow,
Dust on the dashboard, radio turned up slow.
You text me from the county line, "I'm rollin' into town,"
I grin and fire up the Chevy, let the windows roll down.
You bring the alcohol, I'll bring the weed,
We'll park out past the cottonwoods where the moonlight don't need
A reason to shine on two kids actin' foolish and free.
You bring the alcohol, I'll bring the weed,
And we'll laugh till the stars fall asleep over Grape Creek with me.
We'll drive through Grape Creek on a weekend night,
Headlights cuttin' slow through the warm summer light.
Turn up old Main Street, windows down low,
Cruisin' real easy, seein' who's in J lot, you know-
Maybe Tommy's truck, maybe Susie's Jeep,
Everybody circlin' like wolves on the cheap.
You bring the alcohol, I'll bring the weed,
We'll park out past the cottonwoods where the moonlight don't need
A reason to shine on two kids actin' foolish and free.
You bring the alcohol, I'll bring the weed,
And we'll laugh till the stars fall asleep over Grape Creek with me.
Sheriff's probably nappin' down at the courthouse square,
Crickets keep the rhythm, night air in our hair.
Ain't hurtin' nobody, just chasin' a spark,
Two small-town hearts beatin' loud in the dark.
You bring the alcohol, I'll bring the weed,
We'll stay out past the cottonwoods where the moonlight runs free.
Tomorrow we'll pretend we're grown, but tonight we won't be.
You bring the alcohol, I'll bring the weed,
And we'll write our names in the dust of old Grape Creek with me.
Yeah, just you and me... Grape Creek, weekend nights...
Fadin' taillights.