20 in a Chevy - Cole Swindell

Yeah, world keeps turning, I keep burning

Through the night like cigarettes

Country station, black top, ocean

I ain’t shook that summer yet

I’m doing fine like I don’t care

And that song comes on outta where

And I go right back there, yeah

You’re always gonna be…

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

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, whoa-oh

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