name ain't on every listBut they say I'm where

the kind to take the keysDon't sit in a

Não, não tem mais jeitoMelhor é pedir adeusVocê com sua crençaSua

girl, you got out without a scratchYou coulda been

sure do like those Christmas cookies, sugarI sure do like

never forget them words you said'Cause damn they burned

be your whisper in the windIn the moonlight dancin

been a long, hot summerFor a hard-working John Deere

1: Lainey I found someoneLike you said would come

I'm being real, I must confessSome damn days I'm

worry I ain't gonna say a wordRun your name

me and my buddies went sneakin' outAbout 2AM to

a small-town girl oughta know betterThan to ride through

a reason why we put a week of work

1: Lauren Alaina, Lainey and Louise and some faded

can hook a trailer on a two-inch hitchI can

hauled hay, mowed the yardCleaned out stalls in the

I had my "ain't payin' for shit" kinda lipstick

the middle of the nightI hear a cornfield coyote

1: Chris is time to say farewell, now the