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
[Chorus] Her hair's still wet from her bath, She's sitting on her front porch with a glass, Of iced tea, In my sweatshirt, 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 a pretty good sign, If I pick it up a bit, I'll be right on time.