Lyrics Second 16 - Mark Wills

Second 16

Got four hundred horses in the driveway
Been known to get a little sideways
On a Saturday night
Here she comes, walkin' out, takin' my breath
Best thing that ever happened to a redneck
She jumps in and holds on tight
We were cruisin' downtown when we stopped at a red light
A kid pulled up beside and he yelled, «Hey, there, mister thirty-somethin'
Do you wanna run 'em?»
So we gunned 'em
And I blew his doors off when the light turned green
Hey, kid, I ain’t thirty-nothin', I’m just workin' on my second sixteen
Burn some candles and a whole week’s pay
I own a little table tucked away
And a bottle of her favorite wine
Now this is where the velvet box comes in
I still do, and, baby, will you again?
Marry me and renew our vows one more time?
We were on our way home when we pulled off the highway just like the old days
Reminiscin' lead to kissin', ended up in the backseat, when she asked me
«Don't you think we’re a little too old for this sort of thing»
We couldn’t see the blue lights behind us, full of steam
«Officer, we ain’t thirty-nothin', we’re just workin' on our second sixteen»
Yeah, we’re workin' on our second sixteen
We’ll be workin' on our third sixteen
We’ll be workin' on our fourth sixteen