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

there's a job that needs doneOr a horse to

goin' off insideOnly hurts when a soul comes aliveYou

two, three, still a cigarette machine by the

was born in boots on humble groundThese kinda roots,

never forget them words you said'Cause damn they burned

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

a night in PensacolaThe moon was hanging highYou said

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

you're a Sophomore stuck in a slumpCar's in the

1: Lukas Nelson, Lainey Wilson, Lukas Nelson & Lainey

1: Myles in this crowd, I sit alone, ohOne

myself I'd never fall for a little charm and

a small-town girl oughta know betterThan to ride through

can hook a trailer on a two-inch hitchI can

see you standin' outside my houseI swear last night

That electric bill be damnedIt’s too hot in this houseThermostat says

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

the middle of the nightI hear a cornfield coyote

1: Ashley it a small batch whiskey with a