Lyrics: Mat Kearney/Quinn Lewis
Music: Mat Kearney/Quinn Lewis
This last call, closin' time on that asphalt
Rollin' by, been chasin', tryna find what I really want
What I left behind, coffee cup to go in that truck
Stop, bitter road, quarter lane, Idaho
In that one-way lane, one man show
You can take me to the mountains, take me to the pines
You pour me out of whiskey, you can pour me out of wine
There's nothin' you can tell me, nothin's ever been as true
Got no way around it, baby, I gotta have you
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Gotta have you
You, ooh-ooh
Albuquerque, Santa Fe, Fort Worth, fades away
And those wheat fields turn to gray when I turn and burn down the interstate
I miss you, you the most when those wheels roll
Coast to coast, with my eyes closed
Lord, I know that I do-si-do with your ghost
You can take me to the mountains, take me to the pines
Pour me out of whiskey, you can pour me out of wine
There's nothin' you can tell me, nothin's ever been as true
Got no way around it, baby, I gotta have you
You, ooh-ooh
Gotta have you
You, ooh-ooh
No place under the sun, nowhere that I could run
I wouldn't fear your love, no, not a single one
You can take me to the mountains, take me to the pines
Pour me out of whiskey, you can pour me out of wine
There's nothin' you can tell me, nothin's ever been as true
Got no way around it, baby, I gotta have you
I gotta have you