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Luke Bryan

Baby, what are we becoming? It feels just like we're always running Rolling through the motions every day I could lean in to hold you Or act like I don

I'm holding on your rope Got me ten feet off the ground I'm hearing what you say But I just can't make a sound You tell me that you need me Then you

Out in the sticks With the squirrels and the ticks and my 30-06 I'm running out of miller light Trucks in park The dog won't bark Couple hours til dark

We've been up here in this city Livin' in the grease and grime Girl, it's a doggone pity We ain't been gettin' anytime I've been preachin' 'bout back

It's like a bolt of lightning hits me in my chest Right out of the blue Every time I see you, every time I see you Top of the world I'm standing rocking

It feels like I woke up one mornin' and it all changed without warnin' I don't know how our paths crossed but all I know is I've been lost Now it's hard

You need hands, rough not soft To come and warm you up, up in that cold hayloft Let me hold you little darling in my big strong arms Can't get these kinda

Time is tight and money is short River's up and the weatherman He's calling for another storm Pressure's on, the margins thin Gotta figure out a fix

Ridin' down the road, listening to the radio You leaned over and you turned it up You said, "Baby, this is it, the one I wanted you to hear Don't it sound