C
Stop got a little gasoline at the old bean peak
Rollin round wound up in the middle of BFE
Spinnin these wheels down a road that we ain't ever seen

F
Who knows where we are

C
I get a little more lost every time I look in her eyes
It's hard to keep my hands on the wheel when she's looking so fine
I ride down any back road that she wants me to drive
With the

C
Seat laid back running
Fingers through my hair
F
Watching miles go by
Like she just don't care
C
Looking at me with
One thing on her mind
F
Woah I guess I'm making all the right wrong turns tonight

C
Something about the sound of the gravel setting the mood
Is got me thinking I should park this thing underneath the moon
F
And wrap ourselves all around each other like a vine of cuzzo
With the

C
Seat laid back running
Fingers through my hair
F
Watching miles go by
Like she just don't care
C
Looking at me with
One thing on her mind

F
Woah I guess I'm making all the right wrong turns tonight

C
Who knows where this is winding up
I don't mind if its getting late
Lucky stars are lining up
F
She's loving every move I make
With the

C
Seat laid back running
Fingers through my hair
F
Watching miles go by
Like she just don't care
C
Looking at me with
One thing on her mind

F
Woah I guess I'm making all the right wrong turns tonight