C Cmaj7 Am F
C Cmaj7 Am F
Just a slow down small town Just a deep south home crowd
C Cmaj7
With nothing to do and nothing to lose
Am F
The same old paper and same old news
C Cmaj7
We'd ride around 10:30 on a Friday
Am F
We'd hurry to a parking lot With all our friends
C Cmaj7
Turning up the heat when
Am F
We finally made it to the weekend
C G
We put the gas to the floor Yeah, we hit it wide open
Am F
Two-lane highway rolling
C G
With no one around, slowing us down
Am F
Radio loud, had the speakers all blowing Dials wide open
C G
Feet on the dash with her hand out the window
Am F
Smiling a look in her eye letting me know
C G
She didn't care where we were going
Am F C Cmaj7 Am F
As long as we were going, wide open
C Cmaj7
She was made for the fast lane
Am F
She was more than just a pretty face
C Cmaj7
First time lover, we spent that summer
Am F
Doing nothing but getting away
C G
We put the gas to the floor Yeah, we hit it wide open
Am F
Two-lane highway rolling
C G
With no one around, slowing us down
Am F
Radio loud, had the speakers all blowing Dials wide open
C G
Feet on the dash with her hand out the window
Am F
Smiling a look in her eye letting me know
C G
She didn't care where we were going
Am F C Cmaj7 Am F 2x
