Song | Skinny Dippin' |
Artist | Whitney Duncan |
Album | Right Road Now |
Dirt road in his old truck | |
Lined with honeysuckles | |
Down that old beach bend | |
Saw the water through the trees | |
And the way he looked at me | |
With that sly southern grin | |
And he said, | |
I hope you know how to swim | |
Chorus:We took off our clothes | |
Through em’ in the bushes | |
Mud between our toes | |
Bare white tushes lord | |
How’d he get me to do it | |
How he talked me into it | |
Sunlight on the river glistened | |
And we were skinny dippin’ | |
Screaming bloody murder | |
As he pulled me under | |
He took my breath for awhile | |
Chills from the | |
Mississippi | |
Chills from the way he kissed me | |
We came back up with a smile | |
I never felt more alive | |
Chorus:We took off our clothes | |
Through em’ in the bushes | |
Mud between our toes | |
Bare white tushes lord | |
How’d he get me to do it | |
How he talked me into it | |
Sunlight on the river glistened | |
And we were skinny dippin’ | |
Oooohhhh, yeah yeah | |
Chorus:We took off our clothes | |
Through em’ in the bushes | |
Mud between our toes | |
Bare white tushes lord | |
How’d he get me to do it | |
How he talked me into it | |
Sunlight on the river glistened | |
And we were skinny dippin’ | |
Ohh we were doing nothin’ wrong | |
We were just coolin’ off | |
July I was hot and sticky | |
Lord we were skinny dippin’ | |
Truck radio blarin’ | |
That water was all we were wearin’ | |
To our necks and kissin’ | |
Lord we were skinny dippin’ | |
Ohh yeahhh | |
Lord we were skinny dippin’ |
Dirt road in his old truck | |
Lined with honeysuckles | |
Down that old beach bend | |
Saw the water through the trees | |
And the way he looked at me | |
With that sly southern grin | |
And he said, | |
I hope you know how to swim | |
Chorus: We took off our clothes | |
Through em' in the bushes | |
Mud between our toes | |
Bare white tushes lord | |
How' d he get me to do it | |
How he talked me into it | |
Sunlight on the river glistened | |
And we were skinny dippin' | |
Screaming bloody murder | |
As he pulled me under | |
He took my breath for awhile | |
Chills from the | |
Mississippi | |
Chills from the way he kissed me | |
We came back up with a smile | |
I never felt more alive | |
Chorus: We took off our clothes | |
Through em' in the bushes | |
Mud between our toes | |
Bare white tushes lord | |
How' d he get me to do it | |
How he talked me into it | |
Sunlight on the river glistened | |
And we were skinny dippin' | |
Oooohhhh, yeah yeah | |
Chorus: We took off our clothes | |
Through em' in the bushes | |
Mud between our toes | |
Bare white tushes lord | |
How' d he get me to do it | |
How he talked me into it | |
Sunlight on the river glistened | |
And we were skinny dippin' | |
Ohh we were doing nothin' wrong | |
We were just coolin' off | |
July I was hot and sticky | |
Lord we were skinny dippin' | |
Truck radio blarin' | |
That water was all we were wearin' | |
To our necks and kissin' | |
Lord we were skinny dippin' | |
Ohh yeahhh | |
Lord we were skinny dippin' |