Night Barn Lights
I ain't gay, but I kissed a man
We were drunk, so I guess I can
I ain't queer, but I held his hand
Played all night with his country ham
I ain't gay, but I kissed a man
We were drunk, so I guess I can
I ain't queer, but I held his hand
Played all night with his country ham
I ain't gay but I was last night
We were slammin' beers and greasin' pipes
I ain't queer, but I ain't ashamed
If you go gay then the beer's to blame
I ain't gay, but I love his smile
Whiskey lips and that country style
I ain't queer, but I wore his hat
Took a ride on his hog, now how 'bout that
I ain't gay, but it felt so right
Rubbin' and tuggin', in the night barn light
I ain't queer, but I'll take the blame
Never thought I'd scream his name
I ain't gay, but I love his touch
He makes me laugh, and that means so much
I ain't queer, but I wore his boots
Keepin' this love in our family roots
I ain't gay, but I was last night
We were slammin' beers and greasin' pipes
I ain't queer, but I ain't ashamed
If you go gay then the beer's to blame
If you go gay then the beer's to blame
Woah
I ain't gay, but I love his smile
Whiskey lips and that country style
I ain't queer, but I wore his hat
Took a ride on his hog, now how 'bout that
Woah
How about that
Woah
We were drunk, so I guess I can
I ain't queer, but I held his hand
Played all night with his country ham
I ain't gay, but I kissed a man
We were drunk, so I guess I can
I ain't queer, but I held his hand
Played all night with his country ham
I ain't gay but I was last night
We were slammin' beers and greasin' pipes
I ain't queer, but I ain't ashamed
If you go gay then the beer's to blame
I ain't gay, but I love his smile
Whiskey lips and that country style
I ain't queer, but I wore his hat
Took a ride on his hog, now how 'bout that
I ain't gay, but it felt so right
Rubbin' and tuggin', in the night barn light
I ain't queer, but I'll take the blame
Never thought I'd scream his name
I ain't gay, but I love his touch
He makes me laugh, and that means so much
I ain't queer, but I wore his boots
Keepin' this love in our family roots
I ain't gay, but I was last night
We were slammin' beers and greasin' pipes
I ain't queer, but I ain't ashamed
If you go gay then the beer's to blame
If you go gay then the beer's to blame
Woah
I ain't gay, but I love his smile
Whiskey lips and that country style
I ain't queer, but I wore his hat
Took a ride on his hog, now how 'bout that
Woah
How about that
Woah
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Writer(s): Dallas Little
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