Bed Of My Chevy - Justin Moore

We can pop a top on a bottle of boons.

Grab a front row seat to a big full

Moon.

Kick back and listen to the crickets in the

Field.

Find a star wecan call our own.

Watch the lightning bugs dance 'till

They’re gone.

Light a fire of passion and lay real

Still.

In the bed of my Chevy on the out skirts of town, we can dance standin' up

Or lay a blanket down.

I can show you how much I

Love you if you’ll let me.

Make a memory we’ll never forget.

Whisper little

Words I’ve never said.

I’ll pull you close and it

Gets hot and heavy.

In the bed of my Chevy.

We can slide off your boots down to your bare feet.

Those cut offs and tan

Lines are killin' me.

Move on over, lay your head

On my shoulder, we’ll stay a while.

Sing to the trees as whiperwill, sing

To the trees with a southern feel.

We can sit on

The tailgate and wait till it feels right.

In the bed of my Chevy on the out skirts of town, we can dance standin' up

Or lay a blanket down.

I can show you how much I

Love you if you’ll let me.

Make a memory we’ll never forget.

Whisper little

Words I’ve never said.

I’ll pull you close and it

Gets hot and heavy.

In the bed of my Chevy.

In the bed of my Chevy on the out skirts of town, we can dance standin' up

Or lay a blanket down.

I can show you how much I

Love you if you’ll let me.

Make a memory we’ll never forget.

Whisper little

Words I’ve never said.

I’ll pull you close and it

Gets hot and heavy.

In the bed of my Chevy.

In the bed of my Chevy