Little Out There Lyrics by Colt Ford
(Feat. Don Louis)
Have you ever seen the sun go down
From the edge of a plow to fill?
Do you know how a back row curve slide on a bench he feels?
What you know ’bout getting out just a count of stars
Parking, runnin’ round, pulling down, fireflies in the dark
It ain’t that hard, baby, it ain’t that far, no
Baby, we can get a little out there
Talkin’ map, doc, just a little town square
Ridin’ them roads all around where
We can get lost where the river runs off
With the rain that falls on the ground there
Fresher than a pound on the rear view
Take a pick up, disappear, too
Where we ain’t been yet to take this thing right here
And get a little out there
Out there, out there
One more time, one more time
I’m talking way, way out
We can jump in the truck now
Fill up the tank, what you think if we head south?
We can get out there in 45 minutes
Nothing but you, me, the moon, and the crickets
What you know about I’m getting out and dropping down the gate
I’m getting laying down, messing around, I’m counting here today
It beats the bar, baby
It ain’t that far, no
Baby, we can get a little out there
Talkin’ map, doc, just a little town square
Ridin’ them roads all around where
We can get lost where the river runs off
With the rain that falls on the ground there
Fresher than a pound on the rear view
Take a pick up, disappear, too
Where we ain’t been yet
Take this thing right here and get a little out there
But I wanna get out there with you
Yeah, with you
Yeah, I’m just putting it out there
Out there, girl
But I bet you want to get out there, too
I know you do
Yes, you do
Baby, we can get a little out there
Talkin’ map, doc, just a little town square
Ridin’ them roads all around where
We can get lost where the river runs off
With the rain that falls on the ground there
Fresher than a pound on the rear view
Take a pick up, disappear, too
Where we ain’t been yet
Take this thing right here
It ain’t that hot, baby
From the edge of a cloud of film
Do you know how back, old girl
A slide on a basic film
What you know about it now
Just a count of stars
Walking around and around
Pulling around, five rounds in a dime
It ain’t that hot, baby
Call for Don Lewis
We out here
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