Hank Frammond - Counting Down The Days Lyrics

Tick tock, goes the clock
38 days now, what a shock
Whiskey on ice and a cold bud light
Is it yellow or orange? Let's get in a fight
You know you've got everybody lookin'
Do you get the bit? Never mind thought I was cookin'
Shouldn't drive stick if I wanna hold your hand
It's the waiting for you I can't stand
Just counting down the days
Till I can see your face
Windows down singing 30/90
Can't believe I'm writing country
Letting down my tailgate
We should get going, it's getting kinda late
Got a catfish on ice
Smokin' by the barbeque, sounding kinda nice
Hair be blowin' like a flag in the wind
Jesus ain't happy, he's seen how much we've sinned
Making my heart beat like the engine in my truck
Now let's get you back so we can
Uhh...have a lovely evening? Maybe?
Just counting down the days
Till I can see your face
Putting on bullet train and not really watching
All we're doing is goddamn josslin'
Waving that hand like the catfish dance
Just miss that flight baby give me one more chance
Punchin' you punchin' me seen a yellow car
Strumming you like your my guitar
Counting
Down the days
Till I can see your face
Can't wait to see you again, hold you again
Jossle again, punch you again
Just asking myself when