Silverado Slow

She got a body like a friday night dirt road
The wind in her hair as we start to go
She laughs and climbs in my front seat

She got a habit of leaving lights on late
Her silver spoons and her golden plates
But every road is gonna lead her back to me

A couple kids in a four by four
Kicking one back parking door to door
And a porch light on
That's burning low
And every second is killing me
Like I'm buzzing off something like nicotine
Breathing in
While the headlights glow
Going Silverado slow
Silverado slow

And every time we fog up the window pane
The tin roof sings as it starts to rain
And it's our song playing on the radio

A couple flowers in a pretty pink bouquet
Makes you fall in love in a Chevrolet
And this time I'll make you wanna stay

A couple kids in a four by four
Kicking one back parking door to door
And a porch light on
That's burning low
And every second is killing me
Like I'm buzzing off something like nicotine
Breathing in
While the headlights glow
Going Silverado slow

Well a parked car in the dark
Is the key to young girls' hearts
Just you and me
On an old backroad

Cause we're just a
A couple kids in a four by four
Kicking one back parking door to door
And a porch light on
That's burning low
And every second is killing me
Like I'm buzzing off something like nicotine
Breathing in
While the headlights glow
Going Silverado slow
Going Silverado slow