Verse 1
We're cruisin' down a backroad, sunset on the dash,
Her hand's on my shoulder, laughin' like the past ain't past.
Engine hums a love song, gravel kickin' up sparks,
Yeah, she's my favorite kind of trouble in the dark.
Chorus
Oh, I love it when she rides me-like thunder through the pines,
With her boots on my dashboard and the stars alignin' so fine.
Every turn's a firework, every mile feels so sweet,
Lord, she owns my soul completely from the driver's seat.
Verse 2
Friday night, honky-tonk crowd buzzin' loud,
She grabs my keys, says, "Cowboy, let's tear up this town."
Tailgate's down, stars above the county line,
Dancin' in the headlights, stealin' sips of sweet red wine.
Chorus
Oh, I love it when she rides me-like thunder through the pines,
With her boots on my dashboard and the stars alignin' so fine.
Every turn's a firework, every mile feels so sweet,
Lord, she owns my soul completely from the driver's seat.
Verse 3
Muddy boots, Sunday morning, coffee on the porch,
She's tracin' maps on my skin, whisperin' "Let's go far north."
Old blue truck, bench seat's where we make our plans,
From Alabama to Chicago, hand-in-hand in hand.
Chorus
Oh, I love it when she rides me-like thunder through the pines,
With her boots on my dashboard and the stars alignin' so fine.
Every turn's a firework, every mile feels so sweet,
Lord, she owns my soul completely from the driver's seat.
Verse 4
One day we'll trade these highways for a little white fence,
But she'll still be my outlaw, my restless, reckless friend.
Till the wheels fall off this old Ford, we'll chase that endless sky,
Two hearts, one road, darlin', you and I.
Outro
Oh, I love it when she rides me-like thunder through the pines,
With her boots on my dashboard and the stars alignin' so fine.
Every turn's a firework, every mile feels so sweet,
Lord, she owns my soul completely from the driver's seat.