Dirt road in his old truck Lined with honeys**les Down that old beach bend Saw the water through the trees And the way he looked at me With that sly southern grin And he said, I hope you know how to swim Chorus: We took off our clothes Through em' in the bushes Mud between our toes Bare white tooshes lord
How'd he get me to do it How he talked me into it Sunlight on the river glistened And we were skinny dippin' Screaming bloody murder As he pulled me under He took my breath for awhile Chills from the Mississippi Chills from the way he kissed me We came back up with a smile I never felt more alive