Lyrics

I can't count the barns I've passed Painted red, white and black See Rock City And up ahead there's a turn Takes me right through Gatlinburg I hear its pretty Maybe some other time, I can't slow down Right across that state line, right about now Her hair still wet from her bath She's sitting on the front porch with a glass of iced tea In my sweatshirt, in her bare feet, this I gotta see If I hurry I can catch The colors on her skin from that sunset Her face and that look waitin' on me, this I gotta see I can't wait to get to her, man I wish I were there already Shes the only thing that keeps this world from driving me crazy I just hit that city limit Yeah, that's a pretty good sign And if I pick it up a bit, I'll be right on time Her hair still wet from her bath She's sitting on the front porch with a glass of iced tea In my sweatshirt, in her bare feet, this I gotta see If I hurry I can catch The colors on her skin from that sunset Her face and that look waitin' on me, this I gotta see