Baby you a song.
You make me wanna roll
my windows down and
cruise.
Hey baby
Yeah when I first saw that
bikini top on her. She’s
poppin’ right out of the
South Georgia water.
Thought Oh good lord she
had them long tanned legs.
Couldn’t help myself so I
walked up and said.
Baby you a song.
You make me wanna roll
my windows down and
cruise.
Down a back road blowin’
stop signs. Through the
middle every little farm
town with you.
In this brand new Chevy
with a lift kit. Would look
a hell of a lot better with
you up in it.
So baby you a song.
You make me wanna roll
my windows down and
cruise.
She was sippin’ on
southern and singin’
Marshall Tucker. We
were falling in love in the
sweet heart of summer.
She hopped right up into
the cab of my truck and
said Fire it up let’s go get
this thing stuck.
Baby you a song.
You make me wanna roll
my windows down and
cruise.
Down a back road blowin’
stop signs. Through the
middle every little farm
town with you.
In this brand new Chevy
with a lift kit. Would look
a hell of a lot better with
you up in it.
So baby you a song.
You make me wanna roll
my windows down and
cruise.
When that summer sun fell
to its knees. I looked at
her and she looked at me.
And I turned on those KC
lights and drove all night.
Cause it felt so right her
and I man we felt so right.
I put it in park and
grabbed my guitar.
And strummed a couple
chords and sang from
the heart.
Girl you sure got the beat
in my chest bumpin’.
Hell I can’t get you out
of my head.
Baby you a song.
You make me wanna roll
my windows down and
cruise.
Down a back road blowin’
stop signs. Through the
middle every little farm
town with you.
Baby you a song.
You make me wanna roll
my windows down and
cruise.
Down a back road blowin’
stop signs. Through the
middle every little farm
town with you.
In this brand new Chevy
with a lift kit. Would look
a hell of a lot better with
you up in it.
Baby you a song.
You make me wanna roll
my windows down and
cruise.
Get those windows
down and cruise.
Aww yea!