Eight Second Ride

Come on

I said, "Hey girl, what's your name?

Haven't I seen you before?

I recognize them dark green eyes

When you walked through the door"

"Are you alone, or are you with someone?"

She said, "As a matter of fact, I'm not"

So I took her hand, that's when it all began

And we headed towards the parking lot

And she said, "Hey boy, do you mind

Taking me home tonight?

'Cause I ain't ever seen a country boy

With tires on his truck this high"

I said, "Climb on up, but honey, watch the cup

That I'm spitting my dip inside

And hold on tight 'cause it's going to be wilder

Than any eight-second ride"

We went riding around rocking to the sound

Of "A Country Boy Can Survive"

And I knew then she was my kind of a girl

'Cause she was singing every single line

Then she slid on over, put my hand on her shoulder

And I asked her what she wanted to do

She said, "It really don't matter where we go

Just as long as I'm riding with you"

And she said, "Hey boy, do you mind

Taking me home tonight?

'Cause I ain't ever seen a country boy

With tires on his truck this high"

I said, "Climb on up, but honey, watch the cup

That I'm spitting my dip inside

And hold on tight 'cause it's going to be wilder

Than any eight-second ride"

So we headed out to Old Tobacco Road

Put the tailgate down and we made love

She said, "A true country boy is hard to find

But I found one wilder then any eight-second ride"

And she said, "Hey boy, do you mind

Taking me home tonight?

'Cause I ain't ever seen a country boy

With tires on his truck this high"

I said, "Climb on up, but honey, watch the cup

That I'm spitting my dip inside

And hold on tight 'cause it's going to be wilder

Than any eight-second ride"

Yeah, hold on tight 'cause it's gonna be wilder

Than any eight-second ride