Текст Cole Swindell – 20 In A Chevy

20 in a Chevy on a two lane

Yeah, world keeps turning, I keep burning
Through the night like cigarettes
Country station, black top, ocean

20 in a Chevy on a two lane
Hand out the window singing Night Train
July still tastes like your name
Rolling off my lips
And sweat drips, time slips
It’s my hands and your hips
It’s your lips on my lips
I wonder if you ever miss
20 in a Chevy on a two lane

Old school feel, hay field dreaming
Yeah we had it all planned out
Hands in your hair, middle of nowhere
Midnight moon beating down
On the hood of my truck where you used to me
Nothing falling but your hair, the stars and me
Now we’re just small town history
Girl I swear all I see is

20 in a Chevy on a two lane
Hand out the window singing Night Train
July still tastes like your name
Rolling off my lips

Yeah we were 20 in a Chevy on a two lane
The windows fogged up in the hard rain
How the hell did we have such a good thing?
And let it slip away, we let it slip away

Like 20 in a Chevy on a two lane
Hand out the window singing Night Train
July still tastes like your name
Rolling off my lips
Sweat drips, time slips
It’s my hands and your hips
It’s your lips on my lips
I wonder if you ever miss
20 in a Chevy on a two lane
20 in a Chevy on a two lane
Girl you were 20 in a Chevy on a two lane