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

Been lookin' back for agesTurnin' pages in your mindReadin' into yesterdaysHopin'

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

and the boys, Abbey Road StudiosTake 573Woo, woo,

was born in boots on humble groundThese kinda roots,

be your whisper in the windIn the moonlight dancin

I'm the last name you thought you'd ever see

night, I felt like a two-dollar pistolThis morning, I

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

know the truth? Well, I wrote it downI got

Lainey it 1: Lainey Wilson, Brooks & Dunn,

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

white Tacoma and right Tecovas a match and keroseneI

me and my buddies went sneakin' outAbout 2AM to

a small-town girl oughta know betterThan to ride through

me a red-eye flight out of HoustonFound me a

a reason why we put a week of work

1: Lauren Alaina, Lainey and Louise and some faded

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

class teacher said, "PassOut that box of CrayolasWe're all