"Bed Of My Chevy" lyrics - JUSTIN MOORE

We can pop a top on a bottle of Boone's
Have a front row seat to a big full moon
Kick back and listen to the crickets in the field
Find a star we can call our own
Watch the lightning bugs until they're gone
Light a fire of passion or lay real still

[Chorus:]
In the bed of my Chevy on the outskirts of town
We can dance standing up or lay a blanket down
I can show you how much I love you if you let me
Make a memory we'll never forget
Whisper little words I've never said
I'll pull you close when it gets hot and heavy
In the bed of my Chevy

Baby slide off your boots down to your bare feet
Those cutoffs and tan lines are killing me
Move on over, lay your head on my shoulder, we'll stay a while
Steal a little kiss as the whip-poor-will's
Sing through the trees with a Southern feel
We can sit on the tailgate and wait till it feels right

[Chorus 2x]

[Outro:]
In the bed of my Chevy