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Hunter Phelps

Bird Dog

 

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85 on the bank sign
The kinda day Taylor made just to roll em on down
Sky's red on the west side
Rolling five under heading outta town

Ain't a cloud in sight
Except the one across the pasture
Out behind a tractor

Nowhere else I'd rather be
Than watching that big red windshield sunset sink
With your hand in mine
Twelver on ice in the bed getting ready to drink
Got a full tank to burn off
Dirt roads to turn off
You pick it girl don't
Matter where we go, we can't go wrong
With you shotgun and the beer riding birddog

They're back there with the cane poles
And you're up here all over me
Shenandoah on the radio
Singing "Next to you, next to me"

Nowhere else I'd rather be
Than watching that big red windshield sunset sink
With your hand in mine
Twelver on ice in the bed getting ready to drink
Got a full tank to burn off
Dirt roads to turn off
You pick it girl don't
Matter where we go, we can't go wrong
With you shotgun and the beer riding birddog

Ooh
Between a girl like you and some ice cold beer
Ooh
I got everything I want right here

Nowhere else I'd rather be
Than watching that big red windshield sunset sink
With your hand in mine
Twelver on ice in the bed getting ready to drink
Got a full tank to burn off
Dirt roads to turn off
You pick it girl don't
Matter where we go, we can't go wrong
With you shotgun and the beer riding birddog
Yeah, with you shotgun and the beer riding birddog

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