| She was riding shotgun with her hair undone on an old summer night with her
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| hands up high
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| Singing along to a Skynyrd song, sweet home Alabama with her blue jeans on
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| I couldn’t stop starring at the smile she was wearing, eyes like fireflies and
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| lost in her heaven
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| No tellin' where we were headed, miles of back roads and a sea of cornrows
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| Right lines at the right time, I’ll be kissing you
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| Under the moonshine, out on the back roads
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| Feet on the window, taking it slow though
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| Wantin' to stop time, put it in rewind
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| Catching ever drip off your lips, bout to loose my mind
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| Counting ever kiss, every touch, every star in the sky
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| Under the moonshine
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| Pulled up to a dock on the water where my guitars got her, singing every part
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| that she knew by heart
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| I hope she don’t mind, I’m mixing up lines
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| Getting lost in her eyes
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| Under the moonshine, out on the back roads
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| Feet on the window, taking it slow though
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| Wantin' to stop time, put it in rewind
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| Catching every drip off your lips, bout to loose my mind
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| Counting every kiss, every touch, every star in the sky |
| Under the moonshine
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| She was riding shotgun with her hair undone on an old summer night with her
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| hands up high
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| Under the moonshine, out on the back roads
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| Feet on the window, taking it slow though
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| Wantin' to stop time, put it rewind
|
| Catching every drip off your lips, bout to loose my mind
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| Counting every kiss, every touch, every star in the sky
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| Under the moonshine, under the moonshine |