Slow

(álbum: Campfire Troubadour - 2021)

Everybody getting high
Nobody getting low
Taking our sweet time
So let the good times roll slow

Lawn chairs and a six string
Ice melting in a stiff drink
Summer sunset putting on a show, oh
Same cars in the driveway
Same spot, different Friday
Nobody got nowhere to go

Everybody getting high
Nobody getting low
Taking our sweet time
Little smoke, and a fire, and the radio
All night, steady as she goes, yeah
Ain't up to much, ain't in no rush
Let the good times roll slow, slow

Feeling easy like a Sunday
Getting' laid back in a big way
Got a cooler full of the usual
And it's staying cold

Everybody getting high
Nobody getting low
Taking our sweet time
Little smoke, and a fire, and the radio
All night, steady as she goes, yeah
Ain't up to much, ain't in no rush
Let the good times roll slow
Let the good times roll slow

Slow, like late night headlight dancing
Slow, like sweet southern molasses
Slow, like cottonwood burns to ashes
Slow, so let the good times roll oh

Everybody getting high
Nobody getting low
Taking our sweet time
Little smoke, and a fire, and a radio
All night, steady as she goes, yeah
Ain't up to much, ain't in no rush
Let the good times roll

Slow, like late night headlight dancing
Slow, like sweet southern molasses
Slow, like cottonwood burns to ashes
Slow, so let the good times roll
Slow, slow