Boot On The Seat

Call me superstitious

I know just what I'm told

These kind of situations

Are getting kind of old

We're wrong and I'm placing the bet

As I pay off this debt

I'm willing to forget

I've still got no regrets

That August day we met

Call me sentimental

I love things that are old

I'm just young and grateful

That I've had hands to hold

It's dawn and things are soon to pass

The house I saw you last

And now I'm bound to crash

Or I'll start eating grass

'Til the storm ain't all passed

And I roll in the Cadillac

'Cause now I got the time

For joy rides

I'm sitting in the back

With a Corona six-pack

I'm enjoying the heat

With my boot up on the seat

I'm running out of gas

So driver, please drive fast

We're coming on the rise

And I got sand in my eyes