First Last Name
He's a sunup to sun downer
Come home late with flowers
Pocket change on the counter
A pressed shirt and tie
He's one hell of a backseat driver
Pull over if you're tired
He's not much of a crier
Till you're halfway out the drive-ive-ive
He's the son of the salesman
Short glass, old fashioned
"How's your car been running, baby?"
"Call your momma when you get home safely"
Sawdust and stain
My heart, my John Wayne
My first last name
From a long line of tradition
We were guitars in the kitchen
You're either singing or doin' dishes
You wash, I'll dry
We were truck stop Coca-Cola's
Vinyl on Victrola
Tire swing, magnolia
Taught me how to fly-y-y
He's the son of the salesman
Short glass, old fashioned
"How's your car been running baby?"
"Call your momma when you get home safely"
My hall of fame, he's never missed a game
My first last name
Yeah, he set the bar real high
But I met a real good guy
Still not much of a crier
Till we're halfway down the aisle-isle-isle
He's the son of the salesman
Short glass, old fashioned
"How are things going lately?"
"Stop on by, bring the baby"
People they say, I'm more like him everyday
He can give me away, but no one can take
My first last name
Come home late with flowers
Pocket change on the counter
A pressed shirt and tie
He's one hell of a backseat driver
Pull over if you're tired
He's not much of a crier
Till you're halfway out the drive-ive-ive
He's the son of the salesman
Short glass, old fashioned
"How's your car been running, baby?"
"Call your momma when you get home safely"
Sawdust and stain
My heart, my John Wayne
My first last name
From a long line of tradition
We were guitars in the kitchen
You're either singing or doin' dishes
You wash, I'll dry
We were truck stop Coca-Cola's
Vinyl on Victrola
Tire swing, magnolia
Taught me how to fly-y-y
He's the son of the salesman
Short glass, old fashioned
"How's your car been running baby?"
"Call your momma when you get home safely"
My hall of fame, he's never missed a game
My first last name
Yeah, he set the bar real high
But I met a real good guy
Still not much of a crier
Till we're halfway down the aisle-isle-isle
He's the son of the salesman
Short glass, old fashioned
"How are things going lately?"
"Stop on by, bring the baby"
People they say, I'm more like him everyday
He can give me away, but no one can take
My first last name
Credits
Writer(s): Claire Douglas, James Slater, Madison Kozak
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