Country Sky High

Yeah,

baby, roll them windows down,

Got my favorite girl in my favorite town,

Sun going down, got your

hand

in mine, Girl,

loving you feels

like winning every time.

You climb in my truck wearing cut-off jeans,

Prettiest smile that I’ve ever seen,

Coffee in your hand,

got your boots on tight,

You make a Monday feel like Friday night.

We take back roads with the radio loud,

Singing off-key, don't care who's around,

Your head on my shoulder when the stars come out,

Girl, you're what this whole life's about.

Girl, you're my sunshine,

my sweet summertime, My little bit of heaven,

my one-of-a-kind, You're the kiss in the morning,

the dance in the rain,

The reason this old heart keeps beating again.

If I had a million,

I'd still want you,

A little house, rocking chairs,

and a sky so blue,

From our first hello till the day I die,

Girl, you're my forever,

my country-sky high!

(yeah,

sky high)

We'll find a little place where wildflowers grow,

Plant some tomatoes, watch the cornfields blow,

Sunday church and a backyard grill,

Your sweet laugh rolling down that hill.

Maybe someday hear little feet run,

Chasing fireflies underneath that sun,

And when we're old with silver in our hair,

I'll still steal kisses like nobody's there.

Girl, you're my sunshine,

my sweet summertime, My little bit of heaven,

my one-of-a-kind, You're the kiss in the morning,

the dance in the rain,

The reason this old heart keeps beating again.

I don't need diamonds,

don't need a gold mine,

Just your hand in mine till the end of time,

With a little bit of country and a whole lot of love,

You're my angel, sent from up above!

Let the years roll by like a Tennessee stream,

I'll be your real-life,

never-ending dream, When the world gets heavy and the skies turn gray,

I'll hold you close and dance the blues

away.

You're my sunshine, my sweet summertime,

The sweetest little blessing this heart could find,

You're my Saturday freedom,

my Friday-night song, The place I belong when the whole world's wrong.

I don't need a mansion,

don't need a gold mine,

Just your hand in my hand till the end of time,

With a little bit of country and a whole lot of love,

You're my angel right here,

sent from up above!

(right up above!)

Climb in, baby, let that old truck roll,

You got the key to this country boy's soul,

One life, one love,

underneath that big blue sky,

You're my sunshine till the day I die.