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You’ve got a way of calling right at the wrong time
I know your Southern drawl is what trouble sounds like
The way you’ve got me grinning
You know I climb up in your rusty truck
I get up, come on over, pick me up
Back roads, no lines
High beam headlights
Baby you just might make me lose my mind

You slide me over, little love shootin’ shotgun
Hands out the window, got my toes up on the dash
Nothing but fields, on the wheels just slingin’ red mud
I like the way you drive, just like a rebel child
You make me wanna get barefoot and buckwild

Let’s go
You’re showin’ off in circles, down by the river side
You like to make me nervous so i move in real tight
Come on, throw it in park
I wanna see the stars
And feel the grass between my toes,
Dancing to the radio
Boy you’ve got me where you want me
Lost in the country

You slide me over, little love shootin’ shotgun
Hands out the window, got my toes up on the dash
Nothing but fields, on the wheels just slingin’ red mud
I like the way you drive, just like a rebel child
You make me wanna get barefoot and buckwild

I don’t know how you do what you do
But you do what you do and
It does what it does to me
I can’t stop it, what you started

You slide me over, little love shootin’ shotgun
Hands out the window, got my toes up on the dash
Nothing but fields, on the wheels we’re slingin’ red mud
I like the way you drive, just like a rebel child
You make me wanna get barefoot and buckwild

Wild, wild (barefoot and buckwild) x2
Barefoot and buckwild

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