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We can pop a top on a bottle of boons. Grab a front row seat to a big full
Moon. Kick back and listen to the crickets in the
Field. Find a star wecan call our own. Watch the lightning bugs dance 'till
They're gone. Light a fire of passion and lay real
Still.

In the bed of my Chevy on the out skirts of town, we can dance standin' up
Or lay a blanket down. I can show you how much I
Love you if you'll let me. Make a memory we'll never forget. Whisper little
Words I've never said. I'll pull you close and it
Gets hot and heavy. In the bed of my Chevy.

We can slide off your boots down to your bare feet. Those cut offs and tan
Lines are killin' me. Move on over, lay your head
On my shoulder, we'll stay a while. Sing to the trees as whiperwill, sing
To the trees with a southern feel. We can sit on
The tailgate and wait till it feels right.

In the bed of my Chevy on the out skirts of town, we can dance standin' up
Or lay a blanket down. I can show you how much I
Love you if you'll let me. Make a memory we'll never forget. Whisper little
Words I've never said. I'll pull you close and it
Gets hot and heavy. In the bed of my Chevy.

In the bed of my Chevy on the out skirts of town, we can dance standin' up
Or lay a blanket down. I can show you how much I
Love you if you'll let me. Make a memory we'll never forget. Whisper little
Words I've never said. I'll pull you close and it
Gets hot and heavy. In the bed of my Chevy. In the bed of my Chevy