It hit me when, I saw that red bandana
Tied, and wrapped around that chrome antenna
You'll never find me in a Volts wagon Jetta, with her in demand I wanna get ina
Yeah, I do
Baby, you can drive
I said, I'll just ride
I don't mind, if we roll down a river side, or whidale drive
Cause in a hundred years, if this goes right
Well be sitting there, rocking them rocking chairs
On a wrapped around porch, just squeaking them boards
Watching that tire swinging dirt around
Under clear blue skies, with a blackbird live whistin
Whistin
It hit me again, when she stepped on the gas
Blacktop to graval, and gravel to grass
Wound up out there, way passed the city limit signs, traffic & trash
Yeah
This is what I'm talking about, in a little house, on a lot of ground, way out of town
Nothing but cricket signs
Tell me baby, can you see us now?
Well be sitting there, rocking them rocking chairs
On a wrapped around porch, just squeaking them boards
Watching that tire swinging dirt around
Under clear blue skies, with a blackbird live whistin
Whistlin
Awwww yeah
Well be sitting there, rocking them rocking chairs
On a wrapped around porch, just squeaking them boards
Watching that tire swinging dirt around
Under clear blue skies, with a blackbird live whistin
Whistin
Whistin
