County Lines

You and me in the front seat

With a full tank, a little Friday cash

Blackstreet on the CD (No Diggity)

A little blast from the past

We could push the pedal down to the West Coast

Girl, the coast is clear

Yeah, we could lean the seats back

Do a little road trip around here

'Cause you got them lips like California

Southern drawl like Georgia

Gypsy like that Joshua tree

Sweeter than a Texas tea

Hand like Pensacola

Heatwave when I hold you

Taking me everywhere tonight

And we ain't crossed the county line

Okay, uh-huh

Baby, let my fingers dry

Okay, uh-huh-uh, uh

Yeah, babe

If it's a place that I ain't been

Well I just been, girl, I swear

Your kiss is like a roadmap

Yeah, you taking me everywhere

I don't need my hands on the wheel

'Cause I got both hands on you

Don't need the interstate

When I can take the scenic route

You got that sweet home Alabama

Hips just like Atlanta

Words like Tennessee whiskey

When you put your hands on me

Cool like San Diego

Don't need no Winnebago

You're taking me everywhere tonight

And we ain't crossed the county line

Okay, uh-huh

Baby, let my fingers dry

Okay, uh-huh-uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Girl, let's keep the seats leaned back back, yeah (Leaned back)

I'm loving every mile we pass (Pass)

'Cause you got them lips like California

Southern drawl like Georgia

Gypsy like that Joshua tree

Sweeter than Texas tea

Tan like Pensacola

Heatwave when I hold you

Taking me everywhere tonight

And we ain't crossed the county line

Okay, uh-huh

Baby, let my fingers dry

Okay, uh-huh

We ain't crossed the county line

There's a place that I ain't been

Well, I just been, yeah, girl, I swear, uh

We ain't crossed the county line

Okay, uh-huh

Yeah