Two Bits
I put back couple cans of that P.B.R.
When we met in Alabama at that moon-lit bar
I knew right when she showed up, that she had to go downtown
So we poured up a couple doubles
And then we get to talkin' bout small towns, where we grew up
We sang country roads till we lost our voice
You sure got a thing for a small town boy
I still remember the way she sang that song
Lipstick red like a Crimson Tide
Tryna get lost in those Guntersville eyes
I'm making my way to the south where the river rolls on
Guess I'm two bits dreaming
Daddy probably said what the hell you doing with a rebel on the run
You don't care what he say, cas' you found someone
Who sees the you, you couldn't see through that cloud of dust
So you poured up a couple doubles
And then you get to touching on me, girl like we're in love
We sang country roads till we lost our voice
You sure got a thing for a small town boy
I still remember the way she sang that song
Lipstick red like a Crimson Tide
Tryna get lost in those Guntersville eyes
I'm making my way to the south where the river rolls on
Guess I'm two bits dreaming
I love this feeling
I'm Roll Tide believing
Making my way to the south where the river rolls on
We sang country roads till we lost our voice
You sure got a thing for a small town boy
I still remember the way she sang that song
Lipstick red like a Crimson Tide
Tryna get lost in those Guntersville eyes
I'm making my way to the south where the river rolls on
Guess I'm two bits dreaming
Two Bits dreaming, ya
When we met in Alabama at that moon-lit bar
I knew right when she showed up, that she had to go downtown
So we poured up a couple doubles
And then we get to talkin' bout small towns, where we grew up
We sang country roads till we lost our voice
You sure got a thing for a small town boy
I still remember the way she sang that song
Lipstick red like a Crimson Tide
Tryna get lost in those Guntersville eyes
I'm making my way to the south where the river rolls on
Guess I'm two bits dreaming
Daddy probably said what the hell you doing with a rebel on the run
You don't care what he say, cas' you found someone
Who sees the you, you couldn't see through that cloud of dust
So you poured up a couple doubles
And then you get to touching on me, girl like we're in love
We sang country roads till we lost our voice
You sure got a thing for a small town boy
I still remember the way she sang that song
Lipstick red like a Crimson Tide
Tryna get lost in those Guntersville eyes
I'm making my way to the south where the river rolls on
Guess I'm two bits dreaming
I love this feeling
I'm Roll Tide believing
Making my way to the south where the river rolls on
We sang country roads till we lost our voice
You sure got a thing for a small town boy
I still remember the way she sang that song
Lipstick red like a Crimson Tide
Tryna get lost in those Guntersville eyes
I'm making my way to the south where the river rolls on
Guess I'm two bits dreaming
Two Bits dreaming, ya
Credits
Writer(s): Enzo Fiore
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