Letras
Goodbye to these country roads, blue skies, we're coming home
Cook us up a little bit of moonshine, take us out fishing just one more time
With you, with you
Roll on until the road ends, roll out with our closest friends
Serve us up a little bit of pulled pork, pour some wine in this Dixie cup
Can you, can you
Puffin on pappy's old corn pipe, breathin' fresh air as we take our time
Renewed, renewed
Hold on to that old folklore, pass on all those stories told
Hook us on a little bit of bullshit, take us out mudding in the riverbed
Till noon, till noon
Roll on until the sun sets, roll out as the fog rolls in
Think about all the times that we spent singing on the porch with our good old friends
In tune, in tune
Pack your bags and get ready for the sun, hoping that you'll be my girl from now on
Pack a bowl and bring on some good old fun, knowing that you'll be my girl to love on
Will you?
Will you?
Will you?
Will you?
Will you