Second 16 - Mark Wills

Got four hundred horses in the driveway

Been known to get a little sideways

On a Saturday night

Here she comes, walkin' out, takin' my breath

Best thing that ever happened to a redneck

She jumps in and holds on tight

We were cruisin' downtown when we stopped at a red light

A kid pulled up beside and he yelled, «Hey, there, mister thirty-somethin'

Do you wanna run 'em?»

So we gunned 'em

And I blew his doors off when the light turned green

Hey, kid, I ain’t thirty-nothin', I’m just workin' on my second sixteen

Burn some candles and a whole week’s pay

I own a little table tucked away

And a bottle of her favorite wine

Now this is where the velvet box comes in

I still do, and, baby, will you again?

Marry me and renew our vows one more time?

We were on our way home when we pulled off the highway just like the old days

Reminiscin' lead to kissin', ended up in the backseat, when she asked me

«Don't you think we’re a little too old for this sort of thing»

We couldn’t see the blue lights behind us, full of steam

«Officer, we ain’t thirty-nothin', we’re just workin' on our second sixteen»

Yeah, we’re workin' on our second sixteen

We’ll be workin' on our third sixteen

We’ll be workin' on our fourth sixteen