Sunday drive just south of town
Got Chesney turned up and both windows down
Looking at you looking at the view
Got me thinking things I never thought about
Something 'bout the FM on eleven
Makes me wanna find a little piece of heaven on earth
Put roots down in this dirt
I could see us wrapped in each other on a wrap around porch
I could see us kissing on a kitchen dance floor
When the sun goes down, sipping strawberry wine
Every night is a barefoot blue jean time
Are you thinking what I'm thinking when we both start singing along?
Baby I could see us living in a country song
Picture an old backyard oak
Picture a Michelin swing on a rope
Wood front door we keep unlocked
And our last name painted on a mailbox
I could see us wrapped in each other on a wrap around porch
I could see us kissing on a kitchen dance floor
When the sun goes down, sipping strawberry wine
Every night is a barefoot blue jean time
Are you thinking what I'm thinking when we both start singing along
Baby I could see us living in a country song oh yeah
I could see us living in a country song
Whoa oh whoa oh
Something about wide open spaces
Makes me want some of our own
When it's on the radio
I could see us wrapped in each other on a wrap around porch
I could see us kissing on a kitchen dance floor
When the sun goes down, sipping strawberry wine
Every night is a barefoot blue jean time
Are you thinking what I'm thinking when we both start singing along?
Baby I could see us living in a country song
Livin' in a country song
Whoa oh whoa oh
In a country song
In a country song