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

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

Tell me how you like it Tell me how you like it (tell me how you like it) You know I wanna try it (know I wanna try it) Baby if you don't mind it (if you don't mind it) We can kick it down in four and you can drive Pretty girl you can ride it We can all

I wish you were on it And you know the way I could use a little Henny right now Rushin' over, runnin' into my house Just want you back, tears rollin' down your face Drop your keys on my hardwood floor Kiss me like you never kissed me before And girl I

Dance for me, dance for me Throw it on the floor for me Yeah come on girl Get your hands in the air Shake it down like you just don't care We can do a little double dare I just wanna see you

Devil's in the house of the risin' sun. Chickens in the bread pen pickin' out dough. Granny, does your dog bite? The devil went down to Georgia, He was looking for a soul to steal, He was in a bind he was way behind, he was willin' to make a deal. When

Sayin' heaven had it out to make you wings And all those things that you were gonna do Are just tear drops rainin' on a church pew So I'm gonna try to say before I gotta pray it Hopin' that he's lookin' down And tell him that I love him while he's still

No matter where you choose to be In my heart I'll always see you Albuquerque Waitin' out a blizzard Dancin' 'cross the desert Watchin' the sun set in Monterey Girl I swear just the other day you were Down in Georgia

Good lord almighty Girl, you go down good You ain't even trying 'Cause you wrote the book There ain't nobody (There ain't nobody) A do me like you (Do me like you) The way you move that body (The way you move that body)

Wake up mama, turn your lamp down low. Yes now, wake up mama, turn your lamp down low. Have you got the nerve to drive poor papa Taj from your door? Woke up this mornin' baby, I had them Statesboro blues. Statesboro Georgia, that is. Woke up this mornin,