Blame It On Your Truck

(альбом: Love Me Like That - 2012)

Waited all week for Friday night,
And, baby, here you come peeling up the drive.
I know you like the jeans I'm wearing,
'Cause I can tell by the way that you keep staring.

There's a place we like to go,
Way back in the woods,
Everybody's thinks we're up to no good.

When we're just sitting on the tailgate,
The moon shining on the lake
And listening to that country music playing.
Don't wanna think about it now
But my mama will be freaking out
When I don't make it home before 2 AM.

We'll say it wouldn't start
Or maybe we got stuck,
I know my Daddy: he'll be waiting up
Let's blame it on your truck.

Give you that smile, slip off my boots,
There's no place I'd rather be than here with you,
I know it's late, but I must confess,
That you could make this girl a country mess.

If the night gets any hotter,
We'll end up in the water.

When we're just sitting on the tailgate,
The moon shining on the lake
And moving to that country music playing.
You got your arm around me now
And my Mama will be freaking out
When I don't make it home before 2 AM.

We'll say it wouldn't start
Or maybe we got stuck,
I know my Daddy: he'll be waiting up
Let's blame it on your truck.

What will we say when they ask where we've been?
We've been gone since I don't know when.
They won't believe me, but I'll say it again.
Ran out of gas, got a flat, make up the trouble we're in

Just sitting on the tailgate,
The moon shining on the lake
And moving to that country music playing.
Don't wanna think about it now,
My Mama will be freaking out
When I don't make it home before 2 AM.

We'll say it wouldn't start
Or maybe we got stuck,
I know my Daddy: he'll be waiting up
Let's blame it on your truck.

Let's blame it on your truck