Talkin' Bout You
In the cab of that truck
I still remember that 93 GMC
I learnt my share of lessons
Riding that shotgun seat
It's where I first heard the story
About the birds and the bees
And you can bet I got the warnings
About cowgirls in denim jeans
I'm talkin bout you
Stetson hat, heart attack who don't mind a guy that
Still is wearing buckles and boots
I'm talkin' bout you
Lips with your favorite shade of pink on
Lit under the neon
In a little corner booth
With just enough room for two
Ya I'm talkin' bout you
I'm having trouble at work
Lately I can't stand this place
I guess somebody caught me
Staring off into space
They say I should see somebody
Get myself some help
But it's not the bottle
Thats got me doing this to myself
I'm talkin bout you
Stetson hat, heart attack who don't mind a guy that
Still is wearing buckles and boots
I'm talkin' bout you
Lips with your favorite shade of pink on
Lit under the neon
In a little corner booth
With just enough room for two
Ya I'm talkin' bout you
Wear em ripped and faded
You know I can't tame it
Baby you're my hundred proof
I'm talkin bout you
Stetson hat, heart attack who don't mind a guy that
Still is wearing buckles and boots
I'm talkin' bout you
Lips with your favorite shade of pink on
Lit under the neon
In a little corner booth
With just enough room for two
Ya I'm talkin' bout you
I still remember that 93 GMC
I learnt my share of lessons
Riding that shotgun seat
It's where I first heard the story
About the birds and the bees
And you can bet I got the warnings
About cowgirls in denim jeans
I'm talkin bout you
Stetson hat, heart attack who don't mind a guy that
Still is wearing buckles and boots
I'm talkin' bout you
Lips with your favorite shade of pink on
Lit under the neon
In a little corner booth
With just enough room for two
Ya I'm talkin' bout you
I'm having trouble at work
Lately I can't stand this place
I guess somebody caught me
Staring off into space
They say I should see somebody
Get myself some help
But it's not the bottle
Thats got me doing this to myself
I'm talkin bout you
Stetson hat, heart attack who don't mind a guy that
Still is wearing buckles and boots
I'm talkin' bout you
Lips with your favorite shade of pink on
Lit under the neon
In a little corner booth
With just enough room for two
Ya I'm talkin' bout you
Wear em ripped and faded
You know I can't tame it
Baby you're my hundred proof
I'm talkin bout you
Stetson hat, heart attack who don't mind a guy that
Still is wearing buckles and boots
I'm talkin' bout you
Lips with your favorite shade of pink on
Lit under the neon
In a little corner booth
With just enough room for two
Ya I'm talkin' bout you
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Writer(s): Brenton Thorvaldson
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