County Lines

A A You and me in the front seat A With a full tank, a little Friday cash A D Blackstreet on the CD D A little blast from the past A We can push the pedal down to the West Coast D Girl the coast is clear D And yeah we can lean the seats back E A Do a little road trip around here A 'Cause you got them lips like California A Southern drawl like Georgia D Gypsy like that Joshua tree D Sweeter than a Texas tea A Tan like Pensacola A Heat wave when I hold ya D Takin' me everywhere tonight A And we ain't crossed the county line A Okay, uh-huh D Baby let my fingers drive A Okay, uh-huh A Yeah baby A If it's a place that I ainá¢Â€Â™t been, well I just been girl I swear D Your kiss is like a road map yeah you're takin' me everywhere A I don't need my hands on the wheel 'cause I got both hands on you D A Don't need the interstate, when I can take the scenic route A You got that sweet home Alabama Hips just like Atlanta D Words like Tennessee whiskey D When you put your hands on me A Cool like San Diego A Don't need no Winnebago D You're takin' me everywhere tonight A And we ainá¢Â€Â™t crossed the county line A Okay, uh-huh D Baby let my fingers drive D A D Okay, uh-huh D E Girl let's keep the seat leaned back (Leaned back) E I'm lovin' every mile we pass A 'Cause you got them lips like California A Southern drawl like Georgia D Gypsy like that Joshua tree D Sweeter than a Texas tea A Tan like Pensacola A Heat wave when I hold ya D Takin' me everywhere tonight A And we ain't crossed the county line A Okay, uh-huh D Baby let my fingers drive A Okay, uh-huh A We ain't crossed the county A There's a place that I ain't been Well I just been, yeah D Girl I swear, uh A D We ain't crossed the county line A Okay, uh-huh D Yeah