We gonna burn all afternoon like it's something to smoke So baby I don't know about you but I'm ready to roll We got some laid back country tunes on the radio We gotta whole lot of nothing to do and no where to go Girl I've been at work all week Fingers

Yeah I know that I let you down Is it too late to say I'm sorry now? I'm sorry, yeah Is it too late now to say sorry? Sorry, yeah You gotta go and get angry at all of my honesty You know I try but I don't do too well with apologies I hope I don't run out

Sitting here, patching myself up Crying over what's left, 'cause Without you I ain't shit, but no pressure Guess I gotta learn my lesson I know that I've been swerving on this course Can't find me somewhere writin' when I'm wrong Girl, I'm just tryna see

I just don't belong here, I hope you understand We might find a place in this world someday But at least for now, I gotta go my own away You'll be okay I've got to move on and be who I am (I'm trying to understand) I gotta go my own away Troy, listen I

But we're just beautiful people with beautiful problems, yeah Beautiful problems, God knows we've got them But we gotta try (la, la, la) Every day and night (la, la, la) Blue is the color of the planet from the view above Long live our reign, long live

We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside And when the band starts banging and the fiddle saws You can't help but hollering, yee haw! When you see them pretty little country queens Man you gotta admit that's in them jeans Ain't nothing wrong, just