Texty: Jake Owen. Eight Second Ride.

Hey girl whats your name havent i seen you before
i recognized them dark green eyes when you dosie doed across the floor
are you alone or are you with someone she said as a matter of fact im not
and i took her hand thats when it all began and we headed towards the parking lot
she said hey boy do you mind taking me home tonight cuz i aint never seen a country boy with tires on his truck this high
i said climb on up but watch the cup that i spit my dip inside and hold on tight cuz its gonna be wilder then any 8 second ride
we went ridin around rockin to the sound of a country boy can survive
and i knew then that she was my kinda girl cuz she was singin every single line
then she slid on over put my hand on her shoulder and i asked her what she wanted to do she said it really dont matter where we go just as long as im ridin with you
she said hey boy do you mind takin me home tonight cuz i aint never seen a country boy with tires on his truck this high
i said climb on up but watch the cup that i spit my dip inside and hold on tight cuz its gonna be wilder than any 8 second ride
so we headed out to old tobacco road
put the tailgate down and we made love
she said a true country boy is hard to find but i found one wilder then any 8 second ride
she said hey boy do you mind takin me home tonight cuz i aint never seen a country boy with tires on his truck this high
i said climb on up but watch the cup that i spit my dip inside and hold on tight cuz its gonna be wilder than any 8 second ride
yea hold on tight cuz its gonna be wilder than any 8 second ride

(Thanks to Sunni for these lyrics)