Bed Of My Chevy

We can pop a top on a bottle of boons Have a front row seat to a big full moon Kick back and listen to the crickets in the field Find a star we can call our own Watch the lightning bugs '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 when it gets hot and heavy In the bed of my Chevy Baby 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 Still a little kiss as the whiperwills, 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 when 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 when it gets hot and heavy In the bed of my Chevy In the bed of my Chevy --- Bed of My Chevy - Justin Moore