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 can push the pedal down to the West Coast
Girl the coast is clear
And yeah we can 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
Tan like Pensacola
Heatwave when I hold ya
Takin' me everywhere tonight
And we ain't crossed the county line
Okay, uh huh (uh huh)
Baby let my fingers drive
Okay, uh huh
Yeah baby
If it's a place that I ain't been
Well I just been
Girl I swear
Your kiss is like a road map yeah you're takin' 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 takin' me everywhere tonight
And we ain't crossed the county line
Okay, uh huh (uh huh)
Baby let my fingers drive
Okay, uh huh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Girl let's keep the seats leaned back (leaned back), yeah
I'm lovin' every mile we pass
'Cause you got them lips like California
Southern drawl like Georgia
Gypsy like that Joshua tree
Sweeter than a Texas tea
Tan like Pensacola
Heatwave when I hold you
Takin' me everywhere tonight
And we ain't crossed the county line
Okay, uh huh (uh huh)
Baby let my fingers drive
Okay, uh huh (uh huh)
We ain't crossed the county
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 (doo wop)
(Doo wop)