Baby grow old with me Tell me that you love me Say "we'll always work it out" To start a family I know it's kinda scary But it's only temporary doubt I've done a lot of stupid things But promise that you're gonna stay long enough to grow old with me

This is how we roll We hanging round singing out everything on the radio We light it up with our hands up This is how we do Baby, this is how we roll Yeah, this is how we roll We light it up Light it up, light it up This is how we roll baby

Simple as can be Its just that simple, S-I-M-P-L-E It's like one, two, three Just as easy as can be Just the way you look at me You make me smile Ain't no need to complicate it, we both know that's overrated We've been there, it's safe to say it ain't

The hell raisin' heat of the summer We were livin' every minute of the night Like there might never be another We were runnin' all the caution lights We were learnin' to fly with a little tail gunner If there was somethin' to burn, we were burnin' it

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

New York, Vegas, to overseas Ain't nothing like rolling with a Georgia peach Don't you know that we're just getting started Ain't nothing really dropping till we get in the party Go head and take your chance, if we're lucky Everybody gon' be right here

Baby get your shine on! Summer sky dripped in rhinestones Turn your party lights on Baby get your shine on, shine on! 'Cause you and me be rocking all night long! I sparkle when she smiles Shine down on the radio dial Don't stop girl, you know I love it

I hope you think my favorite song When you think happiness I hope you think "that little black dress" Think of my head on your chest And my old faded blue jeans When you think Tim McGraw I hope you think of me Put those Georgia stars to shame that night

And I'll think about my life And wonder why, I'll slowly die inside Every time I turn that truck around, right at the Georgia line And I count the days and the miles back home to you on that Highway 20 ride I ride east every other Friday but if I had it

God, your mama, and me Never gonna run dry, never gonna come up empty Now until the day I die, unconditionally You know I'm always gonna be here for ya No one's ever gonna love you more than That Sunday morning choir calling, church doors open wide That