Jake Owen

Letra de In It

Letras de Jake Owen

"In It"

Baby, I know that you gotta go 
It's a whim or a plan either way, I hope 
There's a beach in it
Your Friday nights are barefoot in the sand
There's music and lights 
And your left hand has a beer in it 
Yeah, I hope the coast is clear in it 

Oh, I love you and I'll leave it at that 
It's ok if you don't look back

If my '98 Pontiac gets to driving through your dreams 
Takes you flying 'round this old town in that same ol' shotgun seat
When you open your eyes and that pretty little mind has a memory 
I hope there's still a little me in it

You ain't gotta call, you ain't gotta write 
If the lonely gets you dialin' for my voice one night 
'Cause you miss hearin' it 
I'll try not to have a tear in it 
Won't try to talk you back into us 
I'll keep my mouth and my broken heart shut 

If my '98 Pontiac gets to driving through your dreams 
Takes you flying 'round this old town in that same ol' shotgun seat
When you open your eyes and that pretty little mind has a memory 
I hope there's still a little me in it

Oh, I love you and I'll leave it at that 
Yeah, I know that you're not coming back 

If my '98 Pontiac gets to driving through your dreams 
Takes you flying 'round this old town in that same ol' shotgun seat
When you open your eyes and that pretty little mind has a memory 
I hope there's still a little me in it