He’s got a Chevrolet that don’t always run
And the radio never turns down
He’s got a pedigree that’s no good for nothing
No commas in his bank account
But there’s a girl at the hole in the wall
Where he plays, don’t take her eyes off the stage
She his Atlanta
he got outside
Loves a ’89 Alabama
for in the lot light
Here’s good that can’t falling
that don’t like
that small
Here’s love, nights
na
nights
na
There’s always shops, guitars
To a kid me down keys
There’s always leather jackets
stealing Cash Dean
There’ll a girl at the hole in the wall
Where he plays, don’t take her eyes off the stage
She his Atlanta
he got outside
Loves a ’89 Alabama
for in the lot light
Here’s good that can’t falling
that don’t like
that small
Here’s love, nights
na
nights
na
gas, blue eyes, in the back
Falling too fast
a Atlanta
he got outside
Loves a ’89 Alabama
for in the lot light
Here’s good that can’t falling
that don’t like
that small
Here’s love, nights
na
nights
na
Yeah, nights
na
love nights
na
