Trouble Chasin’ Heart

Later in a bar care at the feet store line Boots kicked up chewing on a piece of time said you love boardboard gas in that truck I smiled back so it just felled up Extinguish his life in shotgun live bare feet on the glass Radio proud every red light turned green offside and my quiet little fight turned a highlight now And my good sense left when she laughed that shout I got a trouble tasting heart and she knows it Every time she grins, yeah, my foot can't slow but she's still my star. Yeah, I knew it from the very first part. She was made for trouble chasing hard. We get that gravel where the river bends round on the land, silver on the warm ground. Post lost my brain GPS said turn but a smile said no So we changed that river till the gags ran low Every time she grins, yeah, my foot can't flow. Country roads, hell out, hair in the breeze. Time to stay late forward to a lower hill, please. If there's a long turn, she can make it hard. Gas tank low, but she's still my star. Yeah, I knew it from the very beginning. Through a ball by the county line, side of neon buzzin' like a worn-out mindsome cowboy brush past said, how you do? She said, fine, but it wouldn't move. The next thing flying was my drink, not words. She slipped on the spill, hit the floor like a bird, stole straight back home, got lied. He ducked through the kitchen, slipped that crap. Chasing heart and she owns it Every beat in my chest got a name we'll hold on in Country roads and life's a laugh of key To the straight legs boy and to who I should be There's a wrong turn, she gon' bleed hard Gas tank low, but you still my star Trouble take