MUSIC FOR SALE

Boot prints in the red dirt
Dust on that long white tee
Blue eyes under that old brim
Sizing up the world, sizing up me

Leans back on a tailgate
Chrome flashing in the sun
He laughs, says, “I ain’t stayin’
But damn, I like a little run”

He’s a honky-tonk lone star
Two-step heartbreaker, wild card
Spins you ‘cross that beat-up floor
Then he’s gone out the swinging door

Tall, dark, trouble in a ball cap
Kiss like fire, love like a car crash
You can’t rope that runaway grin
He’s the storm you wanna chase, not win

Vintage Chevy in the gravel
Bench seat, midnight songs
Hand on the wheel on the throttle
Not the type to linger long

Girls laugh in the neon
He just tips and tips his hat
“Darlin’, I like the chase,” he whispers
But I ain’t built for strings like that

He’s a honky-tonk lone star
Two-step heartbreaker, wild card
Spins you ‘cross that beat-up floor
Then he’s gone out the swinging door

Tall, dark, trouble in a ball cap
Kiss like fire, love like a car crash
You can’t rope that runaway grin
He’s the storm you wanna chase, not win

He says, “I’m better in the rearview
Better as a wild thought
Love the taste of almost
Hate the feeling of being caught”

Free like Sunday in the saddle
Blue sky on his skin
You can ride beside his shadow
But you’ll never fence him in (no, no)

He’s a honky-tonk lone star
Two-step heartbreaker, wild card
Spins you ‘cross that beat-up floor
Then he’s gone out the swinging door

Tall, dark, trouble in a ball cap
Kiss like fire, love like a car crash
You can’t rope that runaway grin
He’s the storm you wanna chase, not win