We can pop a top on a bottle of Boone's.
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Have a front row seat to a big full moon.
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Kick back and listen to the crickets in the field.
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Find a star we can call our own
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Watch the lightning bugs 'til they're gone.
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Light a fire of passion or lay real still.
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In the bed of my Chevy on the outskirts of town,
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We can dance standing up or lay a blanket down
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I can show you how much I love you, if you let me
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Make a memory we'll never forget
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Whisper little words I've never said
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I'll pull you close when it gets hot and heavy
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In the bed of my Chevy.
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Baby slide off your boots down to your bare feet.
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Those cut offs and tan lines are killin' me.
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Move on over, lay your head on my shoulder, we'll stay a while.
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Steal a little kiss as the whip-poor-will's,
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Sing through the trees with a southern feel.
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We can sit on the tailgate and wait till it feels right.
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In the bed of my Chevy on the outskirts of town,
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We can dance standing up or lay a blanket down
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I can show you how much I love you, if you let me
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Make a memory we'll never forget
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Whisper little words I've never said
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I'll pull you close when it gets hot and heavy
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In the bed of my Chevy.
|
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In the bed of my Chevy on the outskirts of town,
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We can dance standing up or lay a blanket down
|
I can show you how much I love you, if you let me
|
Make a memory we'll never forget
|
Whisper little words I've never said
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I'll pull you close when it gets hot and heavy
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In the bed of my Chevy.
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In the bed of my Chevy.
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Bed Of My Chevy
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Justin Moore |