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Dustin Lynch

Blue Lights

 

Blue Lights

(Album: Killed The Cowboy - 2023)


Black car at a red light
A brunette at a bar
Black keys on a jukebox
I wonder where you are
Can't catch a break, can't get away
'Round here on a Friday night
Trying to outrun your memory's like

Trying to outrun blue lights
Going eighty through a speed trap, cold beer in a console
Chevrolet, two-tone, ain't gonna ditch a Crown Vic even if you lost 'em
Baby, call an APB on the radio, nowhere to go, nowhere to hide
Trying to outrun your memory's like
Trying to outrun blue lights
It's like trying to outrun blue lights

I taste your kiss in the whiskey
I feel your touch in the rain
I hear your voice when the wind blows
You're always saying my name
Can't put enough miles between
You, me, and these county lines
Trying to outrun your memory's like

Trying to outrun blue lights
Going eighty through a speed trap, cold beer in a console
Chevrolet, two-tone, ain't gonna ditch a Crown Vic even if you lost 'em
Baby, call an APB on the radio, nowhere to go, nowhere to hide
Trying to outrun your memory's like
Trying to outrun blue lights
It's like trying to outrun blue lights

I'd rather be in the back of a black-and-white
Staring down two nights in the county jail
Get my picture made holding up my name
Have to call my dad to post my bail
And have you in the rearview always closing in
Here you come, here you come again

Trying to outrun blue lights
Going eighty through a speed trap, cold beer in a console
Chevrolet, two-tone, ain't gonna ditch a Crown Vic even if you lost 'em
Baby, call an APB on the radio, nowhere to go, nowhere to hide
Trying to outrun your memory's like
Trying to outrun blue lights
It's like trying to outrun blue lights
It's like trying to outrun blue lights

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