I can't count the barns I've passed
Painted red, white and black, see Rock City
And up ahead there's a turn
That'll take me right through Gatlinburg, I hear it's pretty
Baby, some other time
I can't slow down
Right across that state line
Right about now
Her hair's still wet from her bath
She's sittin' on the front porch with a glass
Of ice tea, in my sweatshirt, in her bare feet
This I gotta see
If I hurry I can catch
The colors on her skin from that sunset
And her face and that look, waitin' on me
This I gotta see
This I gotta see
I can't wait to get to her
Man, I wish I were there already
She's the only thing that keeps
This world from drivin' me crazy
I just hit that city limit
Yeah, and that's a pretty good sign
And if I pick it up a bit
I'll be right on time
Her hair's still wet from her bath
She's sittin' on the front porch with a glass
Of ice tea, in my sweatshirt, in her bare feet
This I gotta see
If I hurry I can catch
The colors on her skin from that sunset
And her face, and that look, waitin' on me
This I gotta see, yeah
Her hair's still wet from her bath
She's sittin' on the front porch with a glass
Of ice tea, in my sweatshirt, in her bare feet
This I gotta see
If I hurry I can catch
The colors on her skin from that sunset
And her face and that look, waitin' on me
This I gotta see
This I gotta see
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