Testo 4x60

I wish that we could go back to the time before
We knew everything about each other
How much you make, who you voted for
Riding up and down them backroads, in an ‘86 S10 Blazer
Not because we had to get somewhere, just wasn’t much else to do

Four windows down, 60 miles an hour
Black vinyl seats setting fire to the back of my legs Picking up a country song playin’ on an out of town FM station
Riding high in the backseat, my brother and me
In that 4x60 AC

Daddy’s sitting tall in the front seat, If he was there he was drivin’
Lift a finger at evеry car we’d meet, early August, second priming
Mama’s sittin’ prеtty on the passenger side, puffin’ on a Montclaire cigarette
Run into town to grab a few things that we forgot last week

Four windows down, 60 miles an hour
Black vinyl seats setting fire to the back of my legs
Picking up a country song playin’ on an out of town FM station
Riding high in the backseat, my brother and me
In that 4x60 AC
Four windows down, 60 miles an hour
Black vinyl seats setting fire to the back of my legs
Picking up a country song playin’ on an out of town FM station
Riding high in the backseat, my brother and me
In that 4x60, that 4x60 AC