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Woke up this morning with a big idea
So I got me a pickup and a case of cold beer
I see no reason left to stay âround here
But I need some company
This big old house has got the best of me
Is this really all that we set out to be?
Got lots of doors that got lots of keys
But which one will set us free?
Iâm gonna paint my wagon, honey, crimson red
Itâs got whitewall tires and a long, flat bed
You wonât worry where I lay my head
If you slide up next to me
We got everything we wanted but itâs got me beat
Got a custom-built kitchen that ainât got no heat
Too much cookinâ not a bite to eat
We need a new recipe
Oh, wonât you paint my wagon, honey, crimson red
Itâs got whitewall tires and a long, flat bed
You wonât worry where I lay my head
If you slide up next to me
Do you remember me?
Iâm the girl who ran away from responsibility
Every road held possibility
Iâm still ready. Are you ready?
Grab a hold and letâs go
The engineâs humming and she sounds so sweet
Thereâs room up front in my shotgun seat
If you ainât coming, Iâll admit defeat
Wonât you ride?
Come on, ride Honey, take a ride with me
Paint my wagon, honey, crimson red
Itâs got whitewall tires and a long, flat bed
You wonât worry where I lay my head
If you slide up next to me
- Album:
- Threshold