Lyrics: Joseph Kurbanov/Michel Heyaca/James Adam Shelley/James Sullivan
Music: Joseph Kurbanov/Michel Heyaca/James Adam Shelley/James Sullivan
Your spit
In my mouth
Tastes like
Moonshine now
When you lift
I go down
Then next night
We ride out
All alone now, walking through the old south
Now I can't count, all the cigarettes now
Hear that old sound, and you keep whistling to come now
You can meet me here tonight
Let's go and hit the best western
Slip under the covers forever
Girl you get me hotter than a desert
Baby don't **** up my life
So won't you
Come back to
Our room
312
Sleep in
Past noon
I feel
So used
All alone now, walking through the old south
But I'm still down, boots are all worn out
You can get loud, don't have to be a good girl now
Meet me here again tonight