Yeah, I bet that shotgun headrestStill smells like my shampooThat messed up tape deck'sStill stuck playin' that mix I made for youYeah, that's my strawberry wine stainMy nail polish on the tailgateSo much of me left, I bet, you must get déja vuWhen you're runnin' around in that stick shift ChevyI bet it drives you crazyThinkin' about us on every other back road, babyYou got someone new on your bench seatTryin' to forget me latelyBut my memory's stuck, so good luckTryna get me out of that truckSo go on, touch that paint upWhere I scratched the driver's sideThat won't take backAll our weekend for no reason ridesYeah, I bet the left side of the flatbedWill always be mine in your headEven though it's not me counting stars with you tonightWhen you're runnin' around in that stick shift ChevyI bet it drives you crazyThinkin' about us on every other back road, babyYou got someone new on your bench seatTryin' to forget me latelyBut my memory's stuck, so good luckTryna get me out of that truck, yeahOoh, you can shine it up, you can clean it outSpin those tires all over townWhen the music's up and the window's downI'm the one you're thinking 'boutMy Silverado silhouetteStill shotgun riding in your headSo when you're runnin' around in that stick shift ChevyI bet it drives you crazyThinkin' about us on every other back road, babyYou got someone new on your bench seatTrying to forget me latelyBut my memory's stuck, so good luckTryna get me out of that truckMm-hmmMy Silverado silhouetteStill shotgun riding in your head
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Yeah, I bet that shotgun headrest
Still smells like my shampoo
That messed up tape deck's
Still stuck playin' that mix I made for you
Yeah, that's my strawberry wine stain
My nail polish on the tailgate
So much of me left, I bet, you must get déja vu
When you're runnin' around in that stick shift Chevy
I bet it drives you crazy
Thinkin' about us on every other back road, baby
You got someone new on your bench seat
Tryin' to forget me lately
But my memory's stuck, so good luck
Tryna get me out of that truck
So go on, touch that paint up
Where I scratched the driver's side
That won't take back
All our weekend for no reason rides
Yeah, I bet the left side of the flatbed
Will always be mine in your head
Even though it's not me counting stars with you tonight
When you're runnin' around in that stick shift Chevy
I bet it drives you crazy
Thinkin' about us on every other back road, baby
You got someone new on your bench seat
Tryin' to forget me lately
But my memory's stuck, so good luck
Tryna get me out of that truck, yeah
Ooh, you can shine it up, you can clean it out
Spin those tires all over town
When the music's up and the window's down
I'm the one you're thinking 'bout
My Silverado silhouette
Still shotgun riding in your head
So when you're runnin' around in that stick shift Chevy
I bet it drives you crazy
Thinkin' about us on every other back road, baby
You got someone new on your bench seat
Trying to forget me lately
But my memory's stuck, so good luck
Tryna get me out of that truck
Mm-hmm
My Silverado silhouette
Still shotgun riding in your head
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