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

What my heart needs is a woman's touch A tender hand to fix it up Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love Lately I've been lookin' through the the windows of my soul And I can see there's not much left to hold Just an empty space surrounded by

Yea, yea, yea Wham, bam, oh Amsterdam Stone you like nothin' else can Hot damn, roll an Amsterdam If she can't, then no one else can Looking good through through the window window Shinin' red and blue light A little thick in the the bottom But still lookin' alright, yeah

La, la, la, la We'll thank this small hotel With a wishing well I wish that we were there One room bright and neat Complete for us to share Looking through through the window window You can see a distant steeple

All your treasures When I walk down your street Through Through your barred windows you look look at me And you wonder, have I come to ask For one of your precious things that do not last You think you know me but you don't know That there's more to this picture than

What my heart needs is a woman's touch A tender hand to fix it up Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love Lately I've been lookin' through the the windows of my soul And I can see there's not much left to hold Just an empty space surrounded by

Give me some of that Baby, you look look so good In nothing but my cowboy hat Moonlight through through the window window, country on the the radio Silhouette, beautiful come a little closer Nothing but my cowboy hat When you're dancing around the the bedroom We've been out all

Tapestries of black and gold they're crying Looking through through the windows I am watching you You as you go by You count every word I say Seven verses to magnify Drop the the feathers you will never fly Over again you might find a way Turn on a wave of fire

What my heart needs is a woman's touch A tender hand to fix it up Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love Lately I've been lookin' through the the windows of my soul And I can see there's not much left to hold Just an empty space surrounded by