I can't count the barns I've past
Painted red, white and black
See rock city
And up ahead there's a turn
Take me right through Gatlinberg
I hear it's pretty

Maybe some other time
I can't slow down
Right across that state line
Right about now

Her hair's still wet from her bath
She's sitting on her front porch with a glass of ice tea
In my sweat shirt and her bare feet
This I gotta see
If I hurry I can catch the colors on her skin from that sunset
And her face and that love waiting on me
This I gotta see
This I gotta see

I can't wait to get to her
Man, I wish I were
There already
She's the only thing that keeps
This world from driving me
Crazy

I just hit that city limit
Yeah, and that's a pretty good sign
If I pick it up a bit
I'll be right on time

Her hair's still wet from her bath
She's sitting on her front porch with a glass of ice tea
In my sweat shirt and her bare feet
This I gotta see
If I hurry I can catch the colors on her skin from that sunset
And her face and that love waiting on me
This I gotta see, yeah

Her hair's still wet from her bath
She's sitting on her front porch with a glass of ice tea
In my sweat shirt and her bare feet
This I gotta see
If I hurry I can catch the colors on her skin from that sunset
And her face and that love waiting on me
This I gotta see
This I gotta see