was standin' in the driveway waiting on our first

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

a death grip on this canAnd I already killed

1: Lainey is a song about amber waves (Hey)And

there's a job that needs doneOr a horse to

something about the fast lifeWe all want a shot

was born in boots on humble groundThese kinda roots,

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

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

a night in PensacolaThe moon was hanging highYou said

1: Lainey I found someoneLike you said would come

1: Post found God lookin' for the devilChasin' a

Lainey it 1: Lainey Wilson, Brooks & Dunn,

1: Joe I ain't afraid of dyin', it's the

couldn't stop moving when it first took holdIt was

up here in your armsI feel like a queen

me and my buddies went sneakin' outAbout 2AM to

can hook a trailer on a two-inch hitchI can

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

was right after senior yearJust before the summer disappearedWe