Lyrics: Kyle Clark/Paul DiGiovanni/Andy Albert/Michael Whitworth
Music: Kyle Clark/Paul DiGiovanni/Andy Albert/Michael Whitworth
Been a long time coming counting down to summer
Channel three's saying we got two more weeks
Ain't been a colder winter
Girl it ain't no wonder why I'm so ready for that July heat
I hope that weatherman got it wrong
And there's a heatwave coming on
Cause I got a dashboard begging for your bare feet on it
Got a rag top, doors off, red jeep calling our names
We're young and free
Two wild hearts riding the breeze
Singing "When the Sun Goes Down"
Girl I hope it's hot out
I hope it's hot out
When the black top's burning waves on the horizon
Chesney's taking over Nash FM
Got your blue eyes saying we should take a drive in the wrangler
Kissing when the lights turn red
I hope that Fahrenheit climbs so high
Cause it'd be a shame to stay inside
When I got a dashboard begging for your bare feet on it
Got a rag top, doors off, red jeep calling our names
We're young and free
Two wild hearts riding the breeze
Singing "When the Sun Goes Down"
Girl I hope it's hot out
I hope it's hot out
Girl when it's 99 point 9 degrees
Skin stuck to that vinyl seat
You smile a little bit differently in that Tennessee heat
So get your daisies out that dresser drawer
Your flip flops by the front door
When you and me
We finally walk out
I hope it's hot out
I hope it's hot out
Yeah I got a dashboard begging for your bare feet on it
Got a rag top, doors off, red jeep calling our names
We're young and free
Two wild hearts riding the breeze
Singing "When the Sun Goes Down"
Girl I hope it's hot out
I hope it's hot out
Yeah I hope it's hot out
Yeah I hope it's hot out