Texty:
Brantley Gilbert Other

You know I?m chilling on the back roads, Laid back rollin to some George Jones, Smoke rollin out the window, An ice cold beer sittin in the console Memory

You aint nothin like your memory at least it hangs around and that old photograph you gave me girl i can't bare to lay it down and when this bottles

Verse 1: She comes home late at night Kicks her high heels off and sighs And lays down on the bed She said its been a long day at work I couldn't wait

(Talking) This is a summer song It's called play me that song Happy Birthday and Graduation (Singing) She's stopping by real late tonight just to talk