Bed Of My Chevy
We can pop a top on a bottle of boons
Have a front row seat to a big full moon
Kick back and listen to the crickets in the field
Find a star we can call our own
Watch the lightning bugs 'til they're gone
Light a fire of passion or lay real still
In the bed of my Chevy on the outskirts of town
We can dance standin' up or lay a blanket down
I can show you how much I love you if you let me
Make a memory we'll never forget
Whisper little words I've never said
I'll pull you close when it gets hot and heavy
In the bed of my Chevy
Baby, slide off your boots down to your bare feet
Those cutoffs and tan lines are killin' me
Move on over, lay your head on my shoulder, we'll stay awhile
Steal a little kiss as the whip-poor-will's
Sing to the trees with a Southern feel
We can sit on the tailgate and wait 'til it feels right
In the bed of my Chevy on the outskirts of town
We can dance standin' up or lay a blanket down
I can show you how much I love you if you let me
Make a memory we'll never forget
Whisper little words I've never said
I'll pull you close when it gets hot and heavy
In the bed of my Chevy
In the bed of my Chevy on the out skirts of town
We can dance standin' up or lay a blanket down
I can show you how much I love you if you'll let me
Make a memory we'll never forget
Whisper little words I've never said
I'll pull you close when it gets hot and heavy
In the bed of my Chevy
In the bed of my Chevy
Have a front row seat to a big full moon
Kick back and listen to the crickets in the field
Find a star we can call our own
Watch the lightning bugs 'til they're gone
Light a fire of passion or lay real still
In the bed of my Chevy on the outskirts of town
We can dance standin' up or lay a blanket down
I can show you how much I love you if you let me
Make a memory we'll never forget
Whisper little words I've never said
I'll pull you close when it gets hot and heavy
In the bed of my Chevy
Baby, slide off your boots down to your bare feet
Those cutoffs and tan lines are killin' me
Move on over, lay your head on my shoulder, we'll stay awhile
Steal a little kiss as the whip-poor-will's
Sing to the trees with a Southern feel
We can sit on the tailgate and wait 'til it feels right
In the bed of my Chevy on the outskirts of town
We can dance standin' up or lay a blanket down
I can show you how much I love you if you let me
Make a memory we'll never forget
Whisper little words I've never said
I'll pull you close when it gets hot and heavy
In the bed of my Chevy
In the bed of my Chevy on the out skirts of town
We can dance standin' up or lay a blanket down
I can show you how much I love you if you'll let me
Make a memory we'll never forget
Whisper little words I've never said
I'll pull you close when it gets hot and heavy
In the bed of my Chevy
In the bed of my Chevy
Credits
Writer(s): Jeremy Stover, Justin Moore
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