He said the way my blue eyes shined,
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
Just a boy in a Chevy truck,
That had a tendency of getting stuck,
On backroads at night
And I was right there beside him all summer long
And then the time we woke up to find that summer'd gone
I hope you think my favorite song
The moon like a spotlight on the lake
When you think happiness,
Think of my head on your chest,
And my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw,
I hope you think of me
September saw a month of tears,
And thanking God that you weren't here,
To see me like that
But in a box beneath my bed,
Is a letter that you never read,
From three summers back
It's hard not to find it all a little bitter sweet,
I hope you think my favorite song
The moon like a spotlight on the lake
When you think happiness,
Think of my head on your chest,
And my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw,
I hope you think of me
I'm standing on your street,
And there's a letter left on your doorstep,
"I hope you think my favorite song"
Some day you'll turn your radio on,
I hope it takes you back to that place
When you think happiness,
Think of my head on your chest,
An' my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw,
I hope you think of me
Oh, think of me,
Mmmm
You said the way my blue eyes shined,
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night