Ain't Far From It
Give me a stone cold George Jones, whiskey, bent barstool night
I wanna fly like a honky tonk moth to that neon light
This highway burnin' me up, blues been weighin' me down
There's a hole in the wall needs fillin' on the edge of town
I'm gonna floorboard that Ford straight toward my baby's house
She'll be shinin' like a million dollar diamond second she steps out
She'll be slippin' me sugar and buddy, she ain't gonna stop
'Til we Bonnie and Clyde slide into that parkin' lot
'Bout to light that fuse on a Friday night
Get to cuttin' loose on this wound up tight
Where 20 bucks buys guitars strummin'
Paychecks turn to cold beer buzzin'
All that leads to late night lovin'
We ain't there yet, but we ain't far from it
That Tele rippin' Mississippi, cover band's sure on point
She on the dance floor, good Lord, droppin' every jaw in the joint
When she flips that switch, I'm off like a rocket
Ain't no way to stop it
When we light that fuse on a Friday night
Get to cuttin' loose on this wound up tight
Where 20 bucks buys guitars strummin'
Paychecks turn to cold beer buzzin'
All that leads to late night lovin'
We ain't there yet, but we ain't far from it
'Bout to light that fuse on a Friday night
Get to cuttin' loose on this wound up tight
Where 20 bucks buys guitars strummin'
Paychecks turn to cold beer buzzin'
All that leads to late night lovin'
We ain't there yet, but we ain't far from it
No, we ain't there yet, but we ain't far from it
I wanna fly like a honky tonk moth to that neon light
This highway burnin' me up, blues been weighin' me down
There's a hole in the wall needs fillin' on the edge of town
I'm gonna floorboard that Ford straight toward my baby's house
She'll be shinin' like a million dollar diamond second she steps out
She'll be slippin' me sugar and buddy, she ain't gonna stop
'Til we Bonnie and Clyde slide into that parkin' lot
'Bout to light that fuse on a Friday night
Get to cuttin' loose on this wound up tight
Where 20 bucks buys guitars strummin'
Paychecks turn to cold beer buzzin'
All that leads to late night lovin'
We ain't there yet, but we ain't far from it
That Tele rippin' Mississippi, cover band's sure on point
She on the dance floor, good Lord, droppin' every jaw in the joint
When she flips that switch, I'm off like a rocket
Ain't no way to stop it
When we light that fuse on a Friday night
Get to cuttin' loose on this wound up tight
Where 20 bucks buys guitars strummin'
Paychecks turn to cold beer buzzin'
All that leads to late night lovin'
We ain't there yet, but we ain't far from it
'Bout to light that fuse on a Friday night
Get to cuttin' loose on this wound up tight
Where 20 bucks buys guitars strummin'
Paychecks turn to cold beer buzzin'
All that leads to late night lovin'
We ain't there yet, but we ain't far from it
No, we ain't there yet, but we ain't far from it
Credits
Writer(s): Dan Isbell, Luke Albert Combs, Reid Isbell, Ray Fulcher
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