Lyrics

Well all your girlfriends say that you could do better than me,
And I ain't quite the white knight your mama hoped I'd be.
But I got a little rough on my edges, you got a little fire in your blood
And we'll burn the place down when we get tangled up

So I ain't worried about what they think about you and me
We burn like a Tennessee wildfire chased with a shot of Jim Beam
Gonna be a wild-eyed hell of a ride,
So take a deep breath and hold on tight.
Let the haters hate and your daddy disagree,
Cause I'd rather be your shot of whiskey,
Than everybody's cup of tea.

I'm a loud mouthed, heard headed, hell raising son of a gun.
But I'm the arms you're gonna fall in when the day is done.
I'll be the Jack in your Coke if you be the pure in my country.
Match made in heaven and a hell of a party

So I ain't worried about what they think about you and me
We burn like a Tennessee wildfire chased with a shot of Jim Beam
Gonna be a wild-eyed hell of a ride,
So take a deep breath and hold on tight.
Let the haters hate and your daddy disagree,
Cause I'd rather be your shot of whiskey,
Than everybody's cup of tea.

Well I look in your eyes, you look in mine
I'm pulling this truck off to the side,
You give me that come and get me smile,
well come on over, get your lips on mine.
And we fog up these windows, alone out here on these back roads
Cut off the lights let the wheels spin
Pedal to the metal we're gone again

So I ain't worried about what they think about you and me
We burn like a Tennessee wildfire chased with a shot of Jim Beam
Gonna be a wild-eyed hell of a ride,
So take a deep breath and hold on tight.
Let the haters hate and your daddy disagree,
Cause I'd rather be your shot of whiskey,
Than everybody's cup of tea.