Makes you wanna build A 10 percent down White picket fence house on this dirt Its that elm shade Red roads clay you grew up on You circled up on Drift a cloud back Behind county roads The mud on her jeans that she peeled off

Whoa I'll never give in Whoa I'll never give up Just wanna be, wanna be loved Take your past and burn it up and let it go Taking it back to hardcore level And I I just wanna be, wanna be loved Carry on, I'm stronger than you'll ever know That's the deal,

Makes me wanna sneak down your driveway Get in girl, we'll roll 'til the dirt road ends You can climb up in that back seat With your pretty little bare feet Got our innocence Just like we're 17 again To climb out your window Get the butterflies like we

You make me wanna roll my windows down and cruise Down a back road blowin’ stop signs through the middle Every little farm town with you In this brand new Chevy with a lift kit It’d look a hell lot better with you up in it So baby you a song Yeah, when I

Makes you wanna build A 10 percent down White picket fence house on this dirt Its that elm shade Red roads clay you grew up on You circled up on Drift a cloud back Behind county roads The mud on her jeans that she peeled off

I’m in it for the long haul I I know it ain't easy 'Cause I'm the kind of man that makes it hard to love I I just wanna believe that all this runnin’ Could lead to all this comin’ back around I'm in it for the long haul Let’s pick up the pieces

Girls from all over keep on calling Inna me room every gal come sit back, yes dem relax Them love it when I I do it, upset when I I don't Them love it when they call I I don't answer the phone Never let go, never let go Say they wanna leave me but they wont

She wants to break up every night Don't wanna wait until she finally decides to feel it Then tries to fuck me back to life I I cannot help it if I I like the way she makes me feel it Give me the runaround (runaround) Which one am I I with now Build the bridges

And start again I I just wanna roll my sleeves up Can’t I I just turn back the clock? Forgive my sins? I know that I I messed it up Time and time again And yes I I know it’s hard to take it backwards from my mind I I need to get it right, need to see some light

Makes you wanna build A 10 percent down White picket fence house on this dirt Its that elm shade Red roads clay you grew up on You circled up on Drift a cloud back Behind county roads The mud on her jeans that she peeled off