Florida Georgia Line Smoke
Laying back against this windshield
Parked out in this Georgia red field
This is where we burn our summer nights
Long little lipstick kisses on the hood of our tacoma
We were sailing free, going on free and wild
She was smoking hot, a whiskey shot of jerry curl
Sparks were flying every time I smelled smoke
I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying
Me and my buddies and the guitar playing
Sipping on forties on saturday night
Buzzing through a chorus of dixie land delight
High as the stars, in the milky way
Those summer days drifting away, she'll always float
Back through my mind like smoke
July flames, october ashes
Summer skin and blue jean flashes
Strike a match and light a memory
Never said goodbye, we let it fly into thin air
Tonight I'm a stone, all along going up so strong I swear
I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying
Me and my buddies and the guitar playing
Sipping on forties on saturday night
Buzzing through a chorus of dixie delight
High as the stars, in the milky way
Those summer days drifting away, she'll always float
Back through my mind like smoke
She was smoking hot, a whiskey shot of jerry curl
Sparks were flying every time I smelled smoke
I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying
Me and my buddies and the guitar playing
Sipping on forties on saturday night
Buzzing through a chorus of dixie delight
High as the stars, in the milky way
Those summer days drifting away, she'll always float
Back through my mind like smoke
