Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Superstitious 17, artist - Granger Smith. Album song Don't Listen to the Radio, in the genre КантриDate of issue: 29.06.2009
Record label: Pioneer
Song language: English
Superstitious 17 |
| Funny what catches your eye |
| So many cars passin' me by |
| I couldn’t miss that pickup truck |
| Chevrolet '92 single cab midnight blue |
| Nerf bars grill guard and 'ol mud tires |
| And it took me back in time like a trip |
| When I had one just like it |
| Her in her jeans in the bench seat laughin' at me |
| I remember when we we’re singin' |
| Sangria wine on a Saturday night |
| In the soft chevy radio light |
| My hands travelin' her like every backroad slow on the curves |
| I can’t forget how it made me feel |
| Countin' stars through the cracked windshield |
| Rabbit’s foot hangin' from the mirror |
| Holdin' my breath, crossin' my fingers |
| Livin' every moment like everything would always be |
| So lucky in love, Superstitious 17 |
| Every shootin' star in the sky |
| Every time I’d run a yellow light |
| I’d get a little kiss for good luck |
| And I needed all I could get |
| When you’re young and love like that |
| Our only time alone was in that truck |
| And I was stuck out on second base |
| It wasn’t just a game we played |
| To me it was real I could taste the salt in her kiss |
| I couldn’t resist when we sang |
| Sangria wine on a Saturday night |
| In the soft chevy radio light |
| My hands travelin' her like every backroad slow on the curves |
| I can’t forget how it made me feel countin' stars through the cracked windshield |
| Rabbit’s foot hangin' from the mirror |
| Holdin' my breath, crossin' my fingers |
| Livin' every moment like everything would always be |
| So lucky in love, Superstitious 17 |
| And now my life’s so black and white I wish |
| I lived every day like I was singin' |
| Sangria wine on a Saturday night |
| In the soft chevy radio light |
| My hands travelin' her like every backroad slow on the curves |
| I can’t forget how it made me feel countin' stars through the cracked windshield |
| Rabbit’s foot hangin' from the mirror |
| Holdin' my breath, crossin' my fingers |
| Livin' every moment like everything would always be |
| So lucky in love, Superstitious 17 |