was standin' in the driveway waiting on our first

a death grip on this canAnd I already killed

every heart that's brokenThere's a bottle flowin'And a jukebox goin'

this could be the last time we ever talkI'm

trucks don't run if they got no gas in

there's a job that needs doneOr a horse to

as I know you ain't bought a diamondYou ain't

1: Ian my younger years, I knew nothingI'd be

time, the gang's luckyIt's just their supplier, Pete, with his

working like a dog, tryna please 'em allTryna put

the son of a third-generation farmerI’ve been married ten years

1: Lainey I found someoneLike you said would come

left hand ain't interested in nothin' but a drink

1: Lainey Wilson, Cole Swindell, Cole Swindell & Lainey

been dreamin', I been drivin'Tryin' to stay between the

1: Jelly save me, me from myselfI've spent so

a small-town girl oughta know betterThan to ride through

ashamed of where I'm from or where I've beenWell,

Pull out them 'get me some' jeans out the closetPut on

was a lone wolfHad my own backClimbin' that mountain,