Jee-pers, cree-pers, where'd get those pee-pers? Jee-pers, cree-pers, where'd ya get those eyes? Gosh all, git up, how'd they get so lit up? Gosh all, git up, how's they get that size? Golle gee! When you turn those heat-ers on Woe is me, got to put

It's like counting up to three (One, two, three) Sing a simple melody (Do re mi, ABC) That's how easy love can be! One, two, three Or simple as A buh-buh buh buh-buh

She cranks, she cranks, she cranks my tractor She's the first one up the hayloft ladder A girl like that's what a country boy's after She's ten pounds of sugar in a five pound sack I go fast, she hollers faster I go fast, she hollers faster, She's a wild

Makes you wanna build A 10 percent down White picket fence house on this dirt Its that elm shade Red roads clay you grew up on You circled up on Drift a cloud back Behind county roads The mud on her jeans that she peeled off

I can't stop lovin' you To live in memory Of old lonesome times I can't stop wantin' you So I'll just live my life So I've made up my mind It's useless to say In dreams of yesterday Those happy hours That we once knew

It's like counting up to three (One, two, three) Sing a simple melody (Do re mi, ABC) That's how easy love can be! One, two, three Or simple as A buh-buh buh buh-buh

So I hold on To the things I believe in My faith, your love, our freedom To the things I can count on To keep me going strong I hold on and on and on and on and on It's just an old beat up truck, Some say that I should trade up

Amarillo by mornin' Up from San Antone Everything that I got Is just what I've got on Amarillo's where I'll be When that sun is high in that Texas sky I'll be buckin' at the county fair Amarillo, I'll be there They took my saddle in Houston

Speed up, go fast 4, 4, 4, 4 (ayy, ayy) Breath out, shake that ass Million, on me, JAY-Z Count up, fuck nigga, pay, me Breath in, breath in Breathe in, breathe in Breathe out, shake that ass

'Cause I ain't never seen a country boy with tires on his truck this high I said climb on up but honey watch the cup That I'm spitting my dip inside and hold on tight 'Cause it's gonna be wilder than any eight second ride Well I said hey girl what's your