I cant count the barns i've passed
Painted red, white and black, See Rock City
And up ahead there's a turn
Take me right through Gatlinburg, 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 the front porch
With a glass of ice tea
In my sweatshirt, in 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 look
Waiting on me
This i gotta see

Cant wait to get to her
Man, i wish i were there already
Shes the only thing that keeps
This world from driving me crazy
I just hit that city limit
Thats a pretty good sign
If i pick it up a bit
Ill be right on time

Chorus:
Her hair's still wet from her bath
She's sitting on the front porch
With a glass of ice tea
In my sweatshirt, in 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 look
Waiting on me
This i gotta see

Yeah this i gotta see