Send me a postcard When you get to where you're going Send me a line To everything you've left behind Won't you let me know But life's not what you make it, baby Honey, now that your shackles are gone And you're out there on your own If things get hard

And it sure feels right It feels like a struck match kissing gasoline It feels a little better than it ever has It sure feels good, baby let’s be bad I feel your heart, I feel you there When they get a little tipsy Corona cold in your hand, your brushed

And it sure feels right It feels like a struck match kissing gasoline It feels a little better than it ever has It sure feels good, baby let’s be bad I feel your heart, I feel you there When they get a little tipsy Corona cold in your hand, your brushed

Drunk texting, drunk texting you I got you on my mind I'll be drunk texting, drunk texting, drunk texting you Why's it always happen, when I get this way? I'm blowing up your line Drunk texting you (Drunk texting you) So baby tonight And the truth is

We do this every night We can get to feeling alright right now Turn it on baby til the sun burns out You ain't gotta say it girl, I know what you like Yeah on this trail trail, a little something to sip sip Don't need no weekend Hands on your hips and do

Goin' back home, get my old gal soon I got a map to the highway, baby Movin' on down the line You a high-priced chick, and I got to let you go I love you, baby, you think I good price Yeah, baby, I got to let you go That's why I am goin' back home, get

I'm an Indian outlaw Half Cherokee and Choctaw My baby she's a Chippewa She's one of a kind All my friends call me Bear Claw Village cheatin' is my paw-paw He gets his orders from my maw-may She makes him walk the line You can find me in my wigwam

(Oh) Long stretch of love There's a long stretch of love Coming down the line Have you like I want, ever rolling Baby, you'll be mine Have you right here, beside you When these good times get tough Baby, we're in for a long stretch of love But I don't

And it sure feels right It feels like a struck match kissing gasoline It feels a little better than it ever has It sure feels good, baby let’s be bad I feel your heart, I feel you there When they get a little tipsy Corona cold in your hand, your brushed

Baby run, cut a path across the blue skies Straight in a straight line You can't get here fast enough Find a truck and fire it up Lean on the gas and off the clutch Leave Dallas in the dust I need you in a rush So baby run