I cant count the barns i've pa**ed Painted red, white and black, See Rock City And up ahead there's a turn Take me right through Gatlinburg, i hear it's pretty Maybe some other time I can't slow down Right across that state line Right about now Chorus: Her hair's still wet from her bath She's sitting on the front porch With a gla** of ice tea In my sweatshirt, in her bare feet This i gotta see If i hurry i can catch The colors on her skin from that sunset And her face and that look Waiting on me This i gotta see Cant wait to get to her Man, i wish i were there already Shes the only thing that keeps This world from driving me crazy I just hit that city limit Thats a pretty good sign If i pick it up a bit Ill be right on time Chorus: Her hair's still wet from her bath She's sitting on the front porch With a gla** of ice tea In my sweatshirt, in her bare feet This i gotta see If i hurry i can catch The colors on her skin from that sunset And her face and that look Waiting on me This i gotta see Yeah this i gotta see