Send me a postcard When you get to where you're going Send me a line To everything you've left behind Won't you let me know But life's not what you make it, baby Honey, now that your shackles are gone And you're out there on your own If things get hard

Now I'm wavin' You know just takin' it slow, baby I think I'm bad as hell I got issues, out of line Sayin' tomorrow I'll get the dishes Easy bake, easy wake up on Just give as much as you take Forgive as much as you hate

And it sure feels right It feels like a struck match kissing gasoline It feels a little better than it ever has It sure feels good, baby let’s be bad I feel your heart, I feel you there When they get a little tipsy Corona cold in your hand, your brushed

Goin' back home, get my old gal soon I got a map to the highway, baby Movin' on down the line You a high-priced chick, and I got to let you go I love you, baby, you think I good price Yeah, baby, I got to let you go That's why I am goin' back home, get

I come up hard baby, but now I'm cool I didn't make it sugar, playin' by the rules I come up hard baby, but now I'm fine I'm checkin' trouble sugar, movin' down the line I come up hard baby, but that's okay 'Cause trouble man, don't get in my way I come

Baby run, cut a path across the blue skies Straight in a straight line You can't get here fast enough Find a truck and fire it up Lean on the gas and off the clutch Leave Dallas in the dust I need you in a rush So baby run

I'm an Indian outlaw Half Cherokee and Choctaw My baby she's a Chippewa She's one of a kind All my friends call me Bear Claw Village cheatin' is my paw-paw He gets his orders from my maw-may She makes him walk the line You can find me in my wigwam

Drunk texting, drunk texting you I got you on my mind I'll be drunk texting, drunk texting, drunk texting you Why's it always happen, when I get this way? I'm blowing up your line Drunk texting you (Drunk texting you) So baby tonight And the truth is

And can I hit it in the morning The sun rising while you moanin' Can I hit it in the morning Baby you summertime fine, I let you get on top, I be the underline I'm trying to get beside you like the number 9, dime You fine as hell, I guess I met you for a

Baby run, cut a path across the blue skies Straight in a straight line You can't get here fast enough Find a truck and fire it up Lean on the gas and off the clutch Leave Dallas in the dust I need you in a rush So baby run