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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Peter Ferguson
Peter Ferguson
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richard A Haertel III
Richard A Haertel III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shaun 'S. Dot' Thomas
Shaun 'S. Dot' Thomas
Producer
Ernie Romero
Ernie Romero
Producer

Lyrics

The way that you walking, cowgirl
Can't get my mind off of you
The way that you glow in the neon
Like, what am I supposed to do?
Oh, we could end out of this, talk it, talk
And take you right to that truck
Or we can go back to my hometown
Show you the way that I love, ooh
And girl, this small town boy needs a girl like you
So I lassoed you over, getting closer and closer, baby
I can't lie, there ain't a better view
When you hop on that satellite and boost on the gravel
With your eyes like all mine
I knew it right from the start
It's you were my sweet southern angel
You got a grip on my heart (you got me), ooh
You got me moving, grooving, up in this club
Your pool's knocking on mine, I just can't get enough
Two-stepping out on Broadway, I'm lost in your love
You know them cowgirls lose it when you lasso them up
Baby, this small town boy wants to dance on you
So I lassoed you over, getting closer and closer, baby
I can't lie, there ain't a better view
When you hop on that saddle leading boost on the gravel
The way I found you cowgirl, it's like I hit the lotto
We takin' dancing to the beck of that Silverado
They ain't see you and me, it's what we ought to do
I got the radio, I'm loving the way you move, ooh
And girl, this small town boy needs a girl like you
So I lassoed you over, getting closer and closer, baby
I can't lie, there ain't a better view
When you hop on that saddle leading boost on the gravel, ooh
Written by: Richard A Haertel III
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