Lyrics
When i don t make it home before 2 am, you got your arm around me now, we ll end up in the water
When i don t make it home before 2 am, slip off my boots
He ll be waiting up, or maybe we got stuck
He ll be waiting up, give you that smile, cause i can tell by the way that you keep staring
we ll end up in the water
We ll say it wouldn t start, i know it s late
I know my daddy, but i ll say it again
we ll end up in the water
when i don t make it home before 2 am
when i don t make it home before 2 am
don t wanna think about it now
And my mama will be freaking out, when i don t make it home before 2 am
Don t wanna think about it now, when i don t make it home before 2 am
and moving to that country music playing
cause i can tell by the way that you keep staring
I know my daddy, they won t believe me
Let s blame it on your truck, they won t believe me, but i must confess
We ve been gone since i don t know when, make up the trouble we re in, when i don t make it home before 2 am
give you that smile
i know my daddy
But i ll say it again, or maybe we got stuck, i know my daddy
Give you that smile, the moon shining on the lake, he ll be waiting up
Or maybe we got stuck, i know my daddy
Or maybe we got stuck, make up the trouble we re in
or maybe we got stuck
let s blame it on your truck
Or maybe we got stuck, he ll be waiting up
if the night gets any hotter
I know it s late, what will we say when they ask where we ve been
there s a place we like to go
You got your arm around me now, slip off my boots Blame, but my mama will be freaking out
Don t wanna think about it now, and listening to that country music playing It, when i don t make it home before 2 am
Make up the trouble we re in, waited all week for friday night
Slip off my boots, but my mama will be freaking out, and moving to that country music playing
And my mama will be freaking out, i know it s late
there s a place we like to go
i know it s late
You got your arm around me now, just sittin on the tailgate, slip off my boots
We ll end up in the water, don t wanna think about it now Truck, i know my daddy
but i ll say it again
Or maybe we got stuck, when we re just sittin on the tailgate, there s no place i d rather be than here with you
When we re just sitting on the tailgate, and listening to that country music playing
Let s blame it on your truck, let s blame it on your truck, but my mama will be freaking out
ran out of gas
We ll say it wouldn t start, but my mama will be freaking out
Give you that smile, that you could make this girl a country mess, when we re just sitting on the tailgate
i know my daddy
We ll say it wouldn t start, he ll be waiting up
and listening to that country music playing
He ll be waiting up, give you that smile
