Jake Owen
Barefoot Bluejean Night
A full moon shinin' bright Edge of the water; we were feelin' alright Back down a country road The girls are always hot, and the beer is ice cold Cadillac, horns on the hood My buddy Frankie had his dad hook him up good Girls smile when we roll by They hop in the back, and we cruise to the river side (Whoa-oh) Never gonna grow up (Whoa-oh) Never gonna slow down (Whoa-oh) We were shinin' like lighters in the dark In the middle of a rock show (Whoa-oh) We were doin' it right (Whoa-oh) We were comin' alive (Whoa-oh) Yeah, caught up in a Southern summer, barefoot, blue jean night Blue eyes and auburn hair Sittin' lookin' pretty by the fire in a lawn chair New to town, and new to me Her ruby red lips was sippin' on sweet tea Shot me in love like a shootin' star So, I grabbed a beer and my ol' guitar Then we sat around till the break of dawn Howlin' and singin' our favorite song (Whoa-oh) Never gonna grow up (Whoa-oh) Never gonna slow down (Whoa-oh) We were shinin' like lighters in the dark In the middle of a rock show (Whoa-oh) We were doin' it right (Whoa-oh) We were comin' alive (Whoa-oh) Yeah, caught up in a Southern summer, barefoot, blue jean night Whoa-oh, never gonna grow up Ha! Never gonna slow down We were shinin' like lighters in the dark In the middle of a rock show (Whoa-oh) We were doin' it right (Whoa-oh) We were comin' alive (Whoa-oh) Yeah, caught up in a Southern summer, barefoot, blue jean night (Whoa-oh) Barefoot, blue jean night (Whoa-oh) Barefoot, blue jean night (Whoa-oh) Barefoot, blue jean night |
Starting With Me
I had a one night stand with my best friend's baby sister And to this day he still won't speak to me I pawned my grandpa’s old guitar in college For a case of beer and a tank of gasoline I took a swing at my old man one Christmas I never dreamed that it would be his last I wish mom had rung my neck When she caught me with those cigarettes Which reminds me, I’m down to my last pack If I had a dime For half the things I did That didn’t make no sense at all I’d be living a little higher on the hog If only I’d have known That later on down the road I’d look back and not like what I see I’d have changed a lot of things Startin’ with me I called my brother everything I could think of The night he wouldn’t bail me out of jail I lost a job most folks ‘round here would die for By laying out all night and raising hell And I let a woman that I love slip through my fingers Chalk another dumb move up to my foolish pride I wasn't there standin’ by the bed When the preacher bowed his head With the family, the day my grandma died If I had a dime For half the things I did That didn’t make no sense at all I’d be living a little higher on the hog If only I'd have known That later on down the road I’d look back and not like what I see I’d have changed a lot of things Startin’ with me If only I’d have known That later on down the road I’d look back and not like what I see Whoa, I’d have changed a lot of things Startin’ with me Startin’ with me |