County Lines

You and me in the front seat

With a full tank

A little Friday ca$h

Blackstreet on the CD

No diggity

A little blast from the past

We could push the pedal

Down to the West Coast

Girl the coast is clear

Yeah we could lean the seats back

Do a little road trippin' round here

'Cause you got them lips like California

Southern drawl like Georgia

Gypsy like that Joshua tree

Sweeter then that Texas tea

Tan like Pensacola

Heat wave when I hold ya

Taking me everywhere tonight

We ain't crossed the county line

Okay

Uh-huh

Baby let my fingers drive

Okay

Uh-huh

Yeah, baby

If it's a place than I ain't been

Well I just been

Girl I swear

You kiss is like a road map

Yeah, you're taking me everywhere

I don't need my hands on the wheel

'Cause I got both hands on you

Don't need the interestate

When I can take the scenic route

You've got that sweet home Alabama

Hips just like Atlanta

Buzz like Tennessee whiskey

When you put your hads on me

Cool like San Diego

Don't need no Winnebago

You're taking me everywhere tonight

We ain't crossed the county line

Okay

Uh-huh

Baby let my fingers drive

Okay

Uh-huh

Girl let's keep the seats leaned back

I'm loving every mile we pass

'Cause you got them lips like California

Southern drawl like Georgia

Gypsy like that Joshua tree

Sweeter then that Texas tea

Tan like Pensacola

Heat wave when I hold ya

Taking me everywhere tonight

We ain't crossed the county line

Okay

Uh-huh

Baby let my fingers drive

Okay

Uh-huh

We ain't cross the county line

If there's a place that I ain't been

Well I just been

Girl I swear

We ain't cross the county line

Okay

Uh-huh