You fell into our arms We're rotten fruit We're damaged goods What the hell, we've got nothing more to lose One gust and we will probably crumble We're backdrifters We tried but there was nothing we could do Nothing we could do This far but no further

You might hear it on the radio. Baby you never know, But it's gonna be just about you and me, How much I miss you. You're the one that got away. You're gonna hear your song someday. And then I'll write you a song. Girl, I'm gonna warn ya, I'm leaving

Jack in my coke’s got me dizzy dizzy Radio rockin' with maybe Freddy daddy Oh oh it’s the Saturday night She shake it so sweet you got me on a sugar high And I don’t know if it’s you or the whiskey That’s got me feeling all tipsy tipsy I can feel myself

Doesn't matter where we are are are are As the sun goes down We were, wash around me now Doesn't matter, no Nothings ever what we expect Oh, we're chasing as the sun set Got my mind on you If there's a moment when it's perfect

I know my eyes already like you Baby you, I know that love, love is found Love is found. Oh, my heart go ba-boom-boom-boom, ba-boom-boom-boom My heart go ba-boom-boom-boom I got the radio on, I know there won't be long I can hear you baby, I can feel

Inside my head You're inside my head What do you want from me? Now you got me You won't let go It won't let go Now my fingers bleed Now they're staring at me I'm a coward now

Jack in my coke’s got me dizzy dizzy Radio rockin' with maybe Freddy daddy Oh oh it’s the Saturday night She shake it so sweet you got me on a sugar high And I don’t know if it’s you or the whiskey That’s got me feeling all tipsy tipsy I can feel myself

Bobby Sox, baby, I've got to let you go You've got a head full of nothin' But stage, screen and radio You chase autographs every night You write fan mail through the day You keep your great big head in the scrapbook Yes, and you throw the cookbook away

And we're just getting started tonight We ain't even turned up the radio Ain't been two miles down the road The way you look at me baby I don't know If we even gonna make it to the party Yeah we gotta whole lot of moon light left Already having the time

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