| When I pass your house I always look to see you standin' on the porch
|
| Or you’d be out in this one horse town with your daddy’s old Ford
|
| Even though I know his truck broke down
|
| And your bag done up to skip this town
|
| Everything still says you hang around here
|
| Like them shotgun shells on that old stop sign
|
| Down south Arbeth road by the farm on the right
|
| Everything we knew never crossed my mind to slow down
|
| I miss these old roads now
|
| We was pedal to the metal chasin' next Friday
|
| Coverin' up the smell of Coors with rain
|
| Puttin' my lights on slidin' in your driveway slow
|
| So your daddy wouldn’t know
|
| When I pass your house I always look to see you standin' on the porch
|
| Or you’d be out in this one horse town with your daddy’s old Ford
|
| Even though I know his truck broke down
|
| And your bag done up to skip this town
|
| Everything still says you hang around here
|
| Like those black marks down by Kingston Springs bridge
|
| Where we painted our names back in 2010
|
| Bazer heat cranked high, 95.5 slow jams
|
| I hear the same songs now
|
| We was rockin' Brooks and Dunn «Hillbilly Deluxe»
|
| In a Ford midnight truck bed full of rust
|
| County cops and joints were passed burnin' up these same old roads
|
| I still feel young though
|
| When I pass your house I always look to see you standin' on the porch
|
| Or if you’re out in this one horse town in your daddy’s old Ford
|
| And even though I know his truck broke down
|
| And your bag done up to skip this town
|
| Everything still says you hang around here
|
| Yeah, you hang around here
|
| You hang around here, mm
|
| Around here, around here
|
| I still hang around here
|
| I still hang around here |