We used to ride with nowhere to go Radio up and the windows roll
Singing like we’re on the same **** thing Going through towns we barely knew
Like one of those towns was Tuscaloosa On that highway going to New Orleans
Barefoot dancing on the tailgate Talking bout gonna
Back felt need But I was had to song
That woman nothing to do took in 4×4, read books on
Closed She my now she’s on
Hellbent that southern sun But if get baby, you
a hold myself way, down days
For 4×4, 4×4
cheap that every secret we
Fogged in jars
Said down But you lost
knew love end up being this toes down wrong of
Swore never end up where we She took in a read them
Closed doors She took on run
Hellbent on that southern sun But you don’t
Lord, hold of myself on my count down the days
For That
I’ve the time, don’t She’s that I care
A little bit of my away
I’ve the don’t got got to lose
bit whiskey won’t my away
She took off a them
my money, now she’s on run Hellbent that
a hold of myself I’m my way, count down the
That 4×4
My 4×4