Tank Of Gas And A Radio Song Songtext
Swear one Bud Light sip and I buzz back
One Jack and Diane and I'm in the past
Lost in the middle of seventeen
Yeah everything about you and me
Was a tank of gas and a radio song
Dial to the right and sing along
One bench seat kiss, girl I was gone
Your hand up under my shirt
It still feels like it's right there
One Jack and Diane and I'm in the past
Lost in the middle of seventeen
Yeah everything about you and me
Was a tank of gas and a radio song
Dial to the right and sing along
One bench seat kiss, girl I was gone
Your hand up under my shirt
It still feels like it's right there
Windshield hearts, midnight air
Any good thing, it don't last long
Like a tank of gas and a radio song
I still see your hand out on the wind
That dashboard blue on your skin
That fire, that touch, that wild, that rush
Yeah that was us running down a high
Wish all it took to go back in time
Was a tank of gas and a radio song
Dial to the right and sing along
One bench seat kiss, girl I was gone
Your hand up under my shirt
It still feels like it's right there
Windshield hearts, midnight air
Any good thing, it don't last long
Like a tank of gas and a radio song
That fire, that touch, that wild, that rush That high that I'm still on
Was a tank of gas and a radio song
Dial to the right and sing along
Was a tank a gas and a radio song
Was a tank of gas and a radio song
Dial to the right and sing along
One bench seat kiss, girl I was gone
Your hand up under my shirt
It still feels like it's right there
Windshield hearts, midnight air
Any good thing, it don't last long
Like a tank of gas and a radio song
Tank of gas and a radio song
Tank of gas and a radio song
Any good thing, it don't last long
Like a tank of gas and a radio song
I still see your hand out on the wind
That dashboard blue on your skin
That fire, that touch, that wild, that rush
Yeah that was us running down a high
Wish all it took to go back in time
Was a tank of gas and a radio song
Dial to the right and sing along
One bench seat kiss, girl I was gone
Your hand up under my shirt
It still feels like it's right there
Windshield hearts, midnight air
Any good thing, it don't last long
Like a tank of gas and a radio song
That fire, that touch, that wild, that rush That high that I'm still on
Was a tank of gas and a radio song
Dial to the right and sing along
Was a tank a gas and a radio song
Was a tank of gas and a radio song
Dial to the right and sing along
One bench seat kiss, girl I was gone
Your hand up under my shirt
It still feels like it's right there
Windshield hearts, midnight air
Any good thing, it don't last long
Like a tank of gas and a radio song
Tank of gas and a radio song
Tank of gas and a radio song
