Tan Lines

Small town, little school
Back row, thought nobody knew
That we went all the way, yeah, to the end

Next thing, I knew
I was all tangled up in you
But it was summer, it was love
And so fast paced

Damn I, never get enough of your tan lines
Never gonna be enough moonshine
To burn away the taste of you
In your back seat, going through all your CDs
Trying to find one that moves me
The way you do

two, I got no clue
What words to use to describe you
So I'm thinkin' we keep drinkin', it's what we do

River banks still trying to get drunk
Gotta couple more bottles in my trunk
How ‘bout I get some shine in me
And wear clothes off you

Damn I, never get enough of your tan lines
Never gonna be enough moonshine, to burn away the taste of you
In your back seat, going through all your CDs
Trying to find one that moves me
The way you do

She's the reason for all this ‘bama heat
The one and only habit I could not beat
She's a submarine, back wood champagne, tan lines, country cocaine

But girl, I never knew
The things we'd get in to
Would end up being your first time
And my first tattoo
Girl you never know, someday before we get to old
We might grab that whiskey bottle
And head back down that road

Small town, little school, baby
I don't care that everybody knew
That we went all the way, yeah, to the end

Damn I, never get enough of your tan lines
Never gonna be enough moonshine, to burn away the taste of you
In your back seat, going through all your CDs
Trying to find one that moves me
The way you do

Man I, never got enough of your tan lines
I drank all of my moonshine, but all I taste is you
In your back seat, I went through all your CDs
But I never found the one that moved me
Quite like you do