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 hair's 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.
Shes 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 hair's 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

Her hair's 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.