Thomas Rhett - It Goes Like This Album Lyrics

Hey girl whatcha got in that cup
Gimmie a little sip and tell me whats up
With your hey baby now come on don't be shy
And woo hee that sure is good
You got me trippin and thinkin' we should
Getta talkin' and maybe hang out tonight

'Cause I've been sippin' what you been sippin' on
Never tasted something so sweet, never tasted something so strong
And my heads buzzin' baby feeling like I'm falling in love

Hey girl ghatcha got in that cup
Now hey girl whatcha got in that cup
Did it come from the hills in the back of a truck
What ever is its sure messing me up tonight
Now hey baby do you like this song
Do you wanna go get a slow dance on
Me and you just rappin' each other tight (that's right)

'Cause I've been sippin what you been sippin' on
Never tasted something so sweet, never tasted something so strong
And my heads buzzin' baby feeling like I'm falling in love
Hey girl ghatcha got in that cup

Hey girl whatcha got in that cup is it a hundred proof
'Cause its kickin' my butt can't be Jose can't be Jack
'Cause I had 'em before and never felt like that now hey baby
Whatcha got in here can't be no Jagger
Can't be no beer cant be no kinda mad dog wine must be love potion number 9

'Cause I've been sippin' what you been sippin' on
Never tasted something so sweet, never tasted something so strong
And my heads buzzin' baby feeling like I'm falling in love
Hey girl ghatcha got in that cup

Well I smoke and I fish
But not near enough to satisfy an itch
Outta girl, understand
I need something to do with my hands

I don't work, on a car
And I'm as bad at pool as I am at throwin' darts
And golf, not a fan
But I need something to do with my hands

So maybe I should stick 'em in your pockets
Run 'em through your hair
And we can get to rockin'
There you are and baby, here I am
And I need something to do with my hands

I can play you a song
On this old guitar, if it turns you on
If you want, we could dance
But I need something to do with my hands

So maybe I should stick 'em in your pockets
Run 'em through your hair
And we can get to rockin'
There you are and baby, here I am
And I need something to do with my hands

Top off, in my jeep
And we can go for a ride and I could drive with my knees
I'll behave, best I can
But I need something to do with my hands

So maybe I should stick 'em in your pockets
Run 'em through your hair
And we can get to rockin'
There you are and baby, here I am

Yeah maybe I should stick 'em in your pockets
Run 'em through your hair
And we can get to rockin'
There you are and baby, here I am
And I need something to do with my hands
I need something to do with my hands
With my hands
Something to do with my hands

Hmm yeah

Yeah girl, been diggin' on you
Sippin' on drink number two
Tryin' to come up with somethin' smooth
And waitin' on the right time to make my move
But I just can't wait no more
Can't let you slip out that door
Prettiest thing I ever seen before
Got me spinnin' around, I ain't even on the dance floor

You're shakin' that money maker,
Like a heart breaker, like your college major was
Twistin' and tearin' up Friday nights
Love the way you're wearin' those jeans so tight (so tight)
I bet your kiss is a soul saver,
My favorite flavor, want it now and later
I never seen nothin' that I wanted so bad
Girl, I gotta get me, gotta get me some of that

Yeah gotta get me some of that
Little more what you doin' right there
Swingin' your hips and slingin' your head
Side to side with your drink in the air
Lord have mercy now girl I swear
Gotta get your number in my phone
Gotta get me some of you alone (all alone)
We can worry 'bout it later on
Right now keep makin' this my favorite song

You're shakin' that money maker,
Like a heart breaker, like your college major was
Twistin' and tearin' up Friday nights
Love the way you're wearin' those jeans so tight (so tight)
I bet your kiss is a soul saver,
My favorite flavor, want it now and later
I never seen nothin' that I wanted so bad
Girl, I gotta get me, gotta get me some of that

Some of that
Yeah gotta get me some of that

In my ride, by my side, down the highway
In the dark, in my arms, in your driveway
All because of that smile you threw my way
Yeah girl you got a way of

You're shakin' that money maker,
Like a heart breaker, like your college major was
Twistin' and tearin' up Friday nights
Love the way you're wearin' those jeans so tight (so tight)
I bet your kiss is a soul saver,
My favorite flavor, want it now and later
I never seen nothin' that I wanted so bad
Girl, I gotta get me, gotta get me some of that
I gotta get me some of that

Yeah, I gotta get me some of that
Oh girl, I gotta get me some of that

Oh yeah
Hmm

I bet your kiss is a soul saver
My favorite flavor
I want it now and later

When you're sick of the same old songs
From the same old band on the bar marquee, call me up
If you're climbin' the walls, baby we could hang, hang, hang
If you're ridin' around this re-run town
And you need a little company baby, call me up
Hit me up, tell ya what, it ain't no thang thang thang

Call me up
Yeah I'm down if you feel like messin' around
Whatever you want, shoot, I don't care, you can come over here
I can come over there
And pick you up, that's right
On a sit around Saturday night with nothing to do
And you just want something to do
Hey why don't you call me up
All you gotta do, all ya gotta do, is call me up
And I'll pick right up

When you're startin' at the same ol ceiling
And you're watching the fan go 'round and round call me up
Whatcha waitin' on girl give me a ring, ring, ring
I'll flip the script, I'll hit the switch
When that bottle of wine ain't doin' the trick, baby get your fix
Girl let your lips say my name, name, name

Call me up
Yeah I'm down if you feel like messin' around
Whatever you want, shoot, I don't care, you can come over here
I can come over there
And pick you up, that's right
On a sit around Saturday night with nothing to do
And you just want something to do
Hey why don't you call me up
All you gotta do, all ya gotta do, is call me up
And I'll pick right up

When you're twistin' your hair with your feet up on the couch
Don't wanna go nowhere or if ya wanna get out
Call me up

Yeah I'm down if you feel like messin' around
Whatever you want, shoot, I don't care, you can come over here
I can come over there
And pick you up, that's right
On a sit around Saturday night with nothing to do
And you just want something to do
Why don't you call me up
All you gotta do, all ya gotta do, is call me up
And say what's up

Get out your phone girl if you're home alone girl
Don't ya know girl, all you gotta do is call me up
Yeah, call me up

Hey, girl, you make me wanna write a song
Sit ya down and sing it to you all night long
I've had a melody in my head
Since you walked in here and knocked me dead
Yeah, girl, you make me wanna write a song

And it goes like, oooh
What I wouldn't do
To write my name on your heart
Get to wrapping my arms
Baby, all around you

And it goes like, hey
Girl, I'm blown away
Yeah, it starts with a smile
And it ends with an all night long, slow kiss
Yeah, it goes like this

Hey, girl, you make me wanna drive you home
Get you outta here and get you all alone
I don't know what it is about you, baby
But I'm all messed up, and it might sound crazy
But you make me wanna write a song

And it goes like, oooh
What I wouldn't do
To write my name on your heart
Get to wrapping my arms
Baby, all around you

And it goes like, hey
Girl, I'm blown away
Yeah, it starts with a smile
And it ends with an all night long, slow kiss
Yeah, it goes like this

Looking at you looking at me that way
Makes wanna grab my old guitar and play

Something like, oooh
What I wouldn't do
To write my name on your heart
Get to wrapping my arms
Baby, all around you

And it goes like, hey
Girl, I'm blown away
Yeah, it starts with a smile
And it ends with an all night long, slow kiss
Yeah, it goes like this

And it goes like, ooh
And it goes like, hey
And it ends with a kiss
Yeah, it goes like this

Windows down, country sound, FM on the radio
Just me and you and the man on the moon
Cruisin' down some old back road

Now baby, don't you look at me that way
'Cause you know there's only so much I can take
'Cause you make me wanna

Pull this truck to the side of the road
Slide on over, let me hold you close and tell
You everything I'm thinking
Hop on out and let the tailgate fall
Get drunk on you with no alcohol
If you don't stop, I'm gonna
Girl, you make me wanna
Yeah
Mmhm

Well, you know better than to wear that dress
It oughta be against the law, yeah
Plain and simple, girl them dimples
Know just how to turn me on

Now baby, don't you look at me that way
'Cause you know there's only so much I can take
'Cause you make me wanna

Pull this truck to the side of the road
Slide on over, let me hold you close and tell
You everything I'm thinking
Hop on out and let the tailgate fall
Get drunk on you with no alcohol
If you don't stop, I'm gonna
Girl, you make me wanna

You make me wanna
Wake up with you
In the bed of my truck and start
Over again when the sun comes up

You make me wanna
Pull this truck to the side of the road
Slide on over, let me hold you close and tell
You everything I'm thinking
Hop on out and let the tailgate fall
Get drunk on you with no alcohol
If you don't stop, I'm gonna
You make me wanna

Pull this truck to the side of the road
Slide on over, let me hold you close and tell
You everything I'm thinking
Hop on out and let the tailgate fall
Get drunk on you with no alcohol
If you don't stop, I'm gonna
Girl, you make me wanna
Yeah

Windows down, country sound, FM on the radio

We ain't kickin' it inside
We ain't kickin' it outside
We're just sippin' moonshine watchin' chicken fry
And makin' that swing swing side to side
Singin' "Hoop, hoop, hoopty do"
Come on, girl, can you feel that groove?
The mandolin is strummin',
All my friends are comin'
We're just chillin', grillin', willin' to get funky,
Yeah, we're just some front porch junkies
(Oh, we're just front porch junkies) [x2]

We ain't kickin' it uptown (No!)
We ain't kickin' it downtown (Hell no!)
We're just lightin' it up on the low-down
Blowin' smoke on a Blue Tick Coonhound
Singin' "Boom, boom, boom-di-boom!"
Come on, y'all, can you feel that groove?
Swamp air comin' through the screen door,
Bare feet stompin' on the wood floor
We're just diggin' it, finger lickin' pickin' out in the country
Yeah, we're just some front porch junkies
(Oh, we're just front porch junkies) [x2]

Just sittin' here workin' on a flip-flop tan
Got a cold Bush light and a coozie in my hand
Dang, I don't be needin' no white sand beach
I got the sweetest little Georgia peach in a two piece
Belly button ring is shinin' like a diamond
Says I oughta be up onstage at the Ryman
I don't need no crowd, no light, smoke production
The beer's ice cold and the subwoofer's bumpin'
Sittin' on a cloud, feelin' pretty lucky
Dang, it feels good to be a front porch junkie
(Oh, we're just front porch junkies) [x2]

We ain't kickin' it inside (No!)
We ain't kickin' it outside (Hell no!)
We're just sippin' moonshine watchin' chicken fry
And makin' that swing swing side to side
Singin' "Hoop, hoop, hoopty do"
Come on, girl, can you feel that groove?
The mandolin is strummin',
All my friends are comin'
We're just chillin', grillin', willin' to get funky,
Yeah, we're just some front porch junkies
(Oh, we're just front porch junkies) [x2]

Here in a minute, any work I got left to do, aw man I'm gonna quit it
If the boss man wants me to stay any longer he can kiss it, goodbye
'Cause I gt a lot on my mind and I'm tryin' to forget it
Yeah, right here in a minute
So here in a minute I'm gonna roll to the Quick Sak
Maybe a scratch off ticket
If I get a lil' lucky, get some money in my pocket
I'm gonna spend it
On beer, yeah ice down the toolbox and see how high I can fill it
Yeah, right here in a minute

I'm gonna call everybody
Tell' em all there's a party
If you want then it you better come and get it
I'm gonna rock all night 'til I'm feelin' alright
And the man in the moon get to grinnin'
I'm gonna have a big time cause you get one life
So I'm gonna make sure that I live it
'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
It could all be all over in a minute

So, here in a minute
I'm gonna find me a field somewhere, we can wake up the cricket's yeah
Throw some diesel on the fire and see how high we can get it
Get the guitars out and listen to them ol' boys pick it
All night, right here in a minute

I'm gonna call everybody
Tell' em all there's a party
If you want it, then you better come and get it
I'm gonna rock all night 'til I'm feelin' alright
And the stars in the sky get to spinnin'
I'm gonna have a big time cause you get one life
So I'm gonna make sure that I live it
'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
It could all be all over in a minute
So here in a minute

In a minute gonna get a little loud, turn it up, burn it down
Take a ride around, paint the whole dang town
Here we go, countin' it down, 3, 2, 1...

I'm gonna call everybody
Tell' em all there's a party
If you want it, then you better come and get it
I'm gonna rock all night 'til I'm feelin' alright
And the stars in the sky get to spinnin'
I'm gonna have a big time cause you get one life
So I'm gonna make sure that I live it
'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
It could all be all over in a minute

No, you never know when you're gonna go
It could all be over in a minute
So here in a minute, ah yeah,
Right here in a minute, that's right
I'm gonna pop me a beer and I'm gonna get to sippin'
Get to grinnin', right here in a minute

Hey there honey, in your cut up jeans
Whatcha drinkin' I was thinkin' you could save a sip for me
I've been lookin' cross the party all night long
At you movin' your hips with your pretty lips singin' along to a country song
Climb on up here with me
In my truck cause if we
Don't go ridin' around
I'm gonna run my battery down so

If you're ready to roll girl, just let me know girl
I don't know who brought you here and he left you alone
But he ain't worth the time you're spendin'
Textin' him on the phone girl
It's time to move on girl,
I got a radio and a shotgun seat
And it's gettin' late
It's time for me to take you home girl

It's alright if you live way out
I got enough gas to take you all over this town yeah
When we pull in the drive, I'll walk you up to the door
I'm a good guy girl, I'll settle for a kiss on the porch unless you want one more
Now he ain't payin' no attention
Don't know what he's missin'
So baby what do ya say
Why don't you just walk this way

When you're ready to roll girl
Just let me know girl
I don't know who brought you here and he left you alone
But he ain't worth the time you're spending textin' him on the phone
It's time to move on girl
I got a radio and a shotgun seat
And it's getting late
It's time to take you home girl

Come on let's go girl

So when you're ready to roll girl
We can take it nice and slow girl
Might even find a place to park
Sit there and watch the stars
Put on a show girl
Hey I don't know girl
I got a radio and a shotgun seat
And it's getting late
It's time for me to take you home girl
You can be my home girl

Dear bosses and strangers, gossips and cops
Ex-girlfriends and neighbors whose names I won't drop
To anyone who disapproves of anything we're about to do

I'm sorry for partying and Bacardi'n
What's happenin' in the back yard again
It started with a couple friends and some dude in a cardigan
Came rollin' in at 3 am
I don't know when it's gonna end
So for now, I'm sorry for... woah
Partying, partying... woah
Partying, partying

Dear judges and lawyers, to the kid that cuts my grass
To the Mardi Gras martyrs stayin' up late at night pickin' up trash
For anyone gettin' caught by a camera phone with your pants off

I'm sorry for partying and Bacardi'n
What's happenin' in the back yard again
It started with a couple friends and some dude in a cardigan
Came rollin' in at 3 am
I don't know when it's gonna end
So for now, I'm sorry for... woah
Partying, partying... woah
Partying, partying

Dear Grandma in Georgia who ain't even up
Yeah that picture wasn't for you
Yeah, that's just my luck

I'm sorry for partying and Bacardi'n
What's happenin' in the back yard again
It started with a couple friends and some dude in a cardigan
Came rollin' in at 3 am
I don't know when it's gonna end
So for now, I'm sorry for... woah
Partying, partying... woah
Partying, partying

Woah... partying, partying
Woah... partying, partying

We wasn't rich but we wasn't poor
Lived on a cul-de-sac 'til my parents divorced
I drove a hand-me-down Ford pickup truck
We had to drive ten miles just to sink it in the mud

Come on, come on,
Come on, come On

I went to private school for a couple of years
And I loved Jesus but I still drank beer
I played high school football but I didn't start
Coach said I was slow but I hit real hard

Hey, hey what can I say
I grew up in the heartland USA
I sing it loud and proud and I make a lotta noise
I'm an all-American middle class white boy
Hey, hey

Lived in the sticks 'til I moved to the city
But the stars ain't as bright and the girls ain't as pretty
I still say yes sir, ma'am and y'all
So don't you be hatin' on the way I talk Hoss

Hey, hey what can I say
I grew up in the heartland USA
I sing it loud and proud and I make a lotta noise
I'm an all-American middle class white boy
Hey, hey

I like what I like, I am who I am
And even when they lose, I'm still a Bulldog fan
I rocked DMX when I was I kid
And now I sing country music like my daddy did

Hey, hey what can I say
I grew up in the heartland USA
I sing it loud and proud and I make a lotta noise
I'm an all-American

Hey, hey what can I say
I grew up in the heartland USA
I sing it loud and proud and I make a lotta noise
I'm an all-American middle class white boy
Hey
Middle class white boy
Hey

If I could have a beer with Jesus
Heaven knows I'd sip it nice and slow
I'd try to pick a place that ain't too crowded
Or gladly go wherever he wants to go

You can bet I'd order up a couple tall ones
Tell the waitress put "em on my tab
I'd be sure to let him do the talkin'
Careful when I got the chance to ask

How'd you turn the other cheek
To save a sorry soul like me
Do you hear the prayers I send
What happens when life ends
And when you think you're comin' back again
I'd tell everyone, but no one would believe it
If I could have a beer with Jesus

If I could have a beer with Jesus
I'd put my whole paycheck in that jukebox
Fill it up with nothing but the good stuff
Sit somewhere we couldn't see a clock

Ask him how'd you turn the other cheek
To save a sorry soul like me
Have you been there from the start
How'd you change a sinner's heart
And is heaven really just beyond the stars
I'd tell everyone, but no one would believe it
If I could have a beer with Jesus

He can probably only stay, for just a couple rounds
But I hope and pray he's stayin' till we shut the whole place down

Ask him how'd you turn the other cheek
To save a sorry soul like me
What's on the other side?
Is mom and daddy alright?
And if it ain't no trouble tell them I said hi
I'd tell everyone but no one would believe it
If I could have a beer with Jesus
I'd tell everyone but no one would believe it
If I could have a beer with Jesus