Miranda Lambert Follow

You got the bullets, I got the gun
I got a hankering for getting into something
I hit the bottle you hit the gas
I heard your '65 could really haul some ass

I'm feeling frisky, you're feeling good
I guess the whiskey is doing what it should
I got the cigarettes, you got a lighter
And when the sun goes down we'll start a little fire

Ain't no use in trying to slow me down
'Cause you're running with the fastest girl in town
Ain't your, baby
I like 'em crazy

My reputation follows me around
Just makes me wanna give 'em more to talk about
Let's go to town for a little while
I'll be wearing nothing but a tattoo and a smile

Ain't no use in trying to slow me down
'Cause you're running with the fastest girl in town
Ain't your, baby
You're kinda crazy

Come on

I see the blue lights, we better run
Throw out the bottle and I'll have the gun
If he pulls us over I'll turn on the charm
You'll be in the slammer and I'll be on his arm

Ain't no use in trying to slow me down
'Cause you're running with the fastest girl in town
Ain't your, baby
Well, I told ya I was crazy
No, I ain't nobody's, baby

Huh

He's got the bullets, he's got a gun
I got the hankering for getting into something