Waited for your call, for the moon To release me from the longest afternoon I've re-arranged parts of my living room But time is hard to kill since I met you Looking at the cars that drive on by While spring is making promise outside Red cars are quite rare I realize Then I wonder which colour you like Seven little numbers Baby, they could be a start Seven little numbers Baby, I know yours by heart Woo-oh, oh-oh, all the pretty things that we could do Woo-oh, oh-oh, I feel you in every heart beat Woo-oh, oh-oh, were you ever in a dream that could come true These numbers could be lucky for you Watch the sky change to a darkened blue I can't think of another thing to do And every song just makes me think of you Because the singers sounds as if she was longing, As if she was longing, too Seven little numbers Baby, they could be a start Seven little numbers Baby, I know yours by heart They could make a change Make a fire out of this flame Woo-oh, oh-oh, all the pretty things that we could do Woo-oh, oh-oh, I feel you in every heart beat Woo-oh, oh-oh, were you ever in a dream that could come true These numbers could be lucky for you I read your name on every wall, on every wall - tell me Is there a cure for me at all, for me at all - tell me I read your name on every wall, on every wall - tell me Is there a cure for me at all, for me at all Woo-oh, oh-oh, all the pretty things that we could do Woo-oh, oh-oh, I feel you in every heart beat Woo-oh, oh-oh, were you ever in a dream that could come true These numbers could be lucky for you Woo-oh, oh-oh Woo-oh, oh-oh Woo-oh, oh-oh These numbers could be lucky These numbers could be lucky These numbers could be lucky for you

Now, I grew up down an old dirt road In a town you wouldn't know My pops picked the place up for fifteen hundred bucks Back in nineteen sixty-four My grandfather was a drinker Back in the day, he put 'em down But a war is known to change a man And the whiskey's known to change a man That's not me I rarely drink from the bottle, but I'll smoke a little weed I still live in the sticks where you wouldn't go In a town of twelve hundred off an old dirt road And a country boy is all I'll ever be Now it's been twelve years since I sold my soul To the devil in L.A. He said, sign here on the dotted line And your songs they all will play He set up shop on Sunset He put me up at the Marquee He said, you wanna sell a million records, boy You better listen to me He said, change your style, widen your smile You could lose a couple pounds If you want to live this life you'd better lose that wife Do you need your friends around? I said No, that's not me 'Cause the biggest things in life are your friends and family And I like my jeans and my old t-shirts And a couple extra pounds never really hurt 'Cause a country boy is all I'll ever be 'Cause Hank taught me just how to stay alive You'll never catch me out the house without my nine or fourty-five I've got a big orange tractor and a diesel truck And my idea of heaven's chasing white tail bucks And as a country boy, I know I can survive Now two flags fly above my land And really sum up how I feel One is the colors that fly high and proud The red, the white, the blue The other one's got a rattlesnake With a simple statement made "Don't tread on me" is what it says And I'll take that to my grave Because This is me I'm proud to be American and strong in my beliefs And I've said it before, but I'll say it again 'Cause I've never needed government to hold my hand And I've said it before, but I'll say it again 'Cause my family's always faught and died to save this land And a country boy is all I'll ever be

It's waking up in the pitch black Coffee in a cup, out the door 'fore the dawn cracks A quick prayer in the barn, "Lord, we sure could use some rain" Climb on up in the tractor Take a hundred laps, wake the kids up after Get a quick kiss from your baby, then it's time to start the day It's giving all you've got to give, then going ten steps farther It's a dusty cap and coveralls that you put on like armor The days are long, the work is hard But your calloused hands are harder The only thing tougher than the farm, is the farmer It's dinner time at sunset Knowing that a bunch of folks that you ain't met Can gather 'round the table, with enough to pass around It's good dog and a dirty truck, a hand helping your neighbor up It's the whole counting on us, and we ain't gonna let 'em down It's giving all you've got to give, then going ten steps farther It's a dusty cap and coveralls that you put on like armor The days are long, the work is hard But your calloused hands are harder The only thing tougher than the farm, is the farmer Steady as a fence post Shoot you straighter than a corn row The world needs 'em, God knows That's why he made the farmer It's giving all you've got to give, then going ten steps farther It's a dusty cap and coveralls that you put on like armor The days are long, the work is hard But your calloused hands are harder Yeah, the only thing tougher than the farm, is the farmer, mm-mm

We've always been all over the map Kinda messed up lovers But we found a common ground Playing twister under the covers We don't have much to say No, we aint much for talkin' But we've got a secret that keeps more than the front porch rocking We're a mixtape Every song has sex in the title We can't turn it off so I turn it on Repeat, repeat, repeat We're a mixtape Every song has sex in the title We can't turn it off so I turn it on Repeat, repeat, repeat Oh oh oh (Who's that knocking?) Well our neighbors, the get mad Evey single time we do it 'Cause they know im taping more than just my feet to the music Lately we're operating smoother than a surgon So tonight we might just have to play the extended version We're a mixtape Every song has sex in the title We can't turn it off so I turn it on Repeat, repeat, repeat We're a mixtape Every song has sex in the title We can't turn it off so I turn it on Repeat, repeat, repeat Oh oh oh (Don't stop it now) I'm gonna set you up, Lets talk about sex, baby Sexual healing I'm bringing sexy back And coming up next, Sex and candy We're a mixtape Every song has sex in the title We can't turn it off so I turn it on Repeat, repeat, repeat We're a mixtape Every song has sex in the title We can't turn it off so I turn it on Repeat, repeat, repeat Yeah Whoa "Repeat" x5 We're all ove the map baby Kinda messed up lovers to be honest Alright, play it agian