作曲 : Martin, Thrasher
I can't count the barns I've past,
Painted red, white and black,

See rock city,

And up ahead there's a turn,

Take me right through Gatlinberg,

I hear it's pretty

Maybe some other time,

I can't slow down,

Right across that state line,

Right about now

Her hairs still wet from her bath,

She's sitting on her front porch with a glass,
Of iced tea,

In my sweat shirt,
And her bare feet,
This I gotta see,
If I hurry I can catch,

The colors on her skin from that sunset,

And her face,
And that love waiting on me,

This I gotta see,

This I gotta see

I can't wait to get to her,

Man I wish I were,

There already,

She's the only thing that keeps,

This world from driving me,

Crazy

I just hit that city limit,

Yeah and that a pretty good sign,

If I pick It Up a bit,
I'll be right on time

Her hairs still wet from her bath,

She's sitting on her front porch with a glass,

Of iced tea,
In my sweat shirt,
And her bare feet,
This I gotta see,

If I hurry I can catch,

The colors on her skin from that sunset,

And her face,
And that love waiting on me,

This I gotta see

Her hairs still wet from her bath,

She's sitting on her front porch with a glass,

Of iced tea,

In my sweat shirt,

And her bare feet,
This I gotta see,

If I hurry I can catch,

The colors on her skin from that sunset,

And her face,
And that love waiting on me,

This I gotta see

This I gotta see