Tim Mcgraw
You said the way my blue eyes shined,
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
I said: That s a lie
Just a boy in a Chevy truck,
That had a tendency of gettin stuck,
On backroads at night
An I was right there beside him all summer long
An then the time we woke up to find that summer d gone
But when you think: Tim McGraw,
I hope you think my favorite song
The one we danced to all night long:
The moon like a spotlight on the lake
When you think happiness,
I hope you think: That little black dress
Think of my head on your chest,
An my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw,
I hope you think of me
September saw a month of tears,
An thankin God that you weren t here,
To see me like that
But in a box beneath my bed,
Is a letter that you never read,
From three summers back
It s hard not to find it all a little bitter sweet,
An lookin back on all of that, it s nice to believe:
When you think: Tim McGraw,
I hope you think my favorite song
The one we danced to all night long:
The moon like a spotlight on the lake
When you think happiness,
I hope you think: That little black dress
Think of my head on your chest,
An my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw,
I hope you think of me
And I m back for the first time since then:
I m standin on your street,
An there s a letter left on your doorstep,
An the first thing that you ll read:
Is: When you think: Tim McGraw,
I hope you think my favorite song
Some day you ll turn your radio on,
I hope it takes you back to that place
When you think happiness,
I hope you think: That little black dress
Think of my head on your chest,
An my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw,
I hope you think of me
Oh, think of me,
Mmmm
You said the way my blue eyes shined,
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
I said: Th
Tim Mcgraw
You said the way my blue eyes shined,
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
I said: That s a lie
Just a boy in a Chevy truck,
That had a tendency of gettin stuck,
On backroads at night
An I was right there beside him all summer long
An then the time we woke up to find that summer d gone
But when you think: Tim McGraw,
I hope you think my favorite song
The one we danced to all night long:
The moon like a spotlight on the lake
When you think happiness,
I hope you think: That little black dress
Think of my head on your chest,
An my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw,
I hope you think of me
September saw a month of tears,
An thankin God that you weren t here,
To see me like that
But in a box beneath my bed,
Is a letter that you never read,
From three summers back
It s hard not to find it all a little bitter sweet,
An lookin back on all of that, it s nice to believe:
When you think: Tim McGraw,
I hope you think my favorite song
The one we danced to all night long:
The moon like a spotlight on the lake
When you think happiness,
I hope you think: That little black dress
Think of my head on your chest,
An my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw,
I hope you think of me
And I m back for the first time since then:
I m standin on your street,
An there s a letter left on your doorstep,
An the first thing that you ll read:
Is: When you think: Tim McGraw,
I hope you think my favorite song
Some day you ll turn your radio on,
I hope it takes you back to that place
When you think happiness,
I hope you think: That little black dress
Think of my head on your chest,
An my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw,
I hope you think of me
Oh, think of me,
Mmmm
You said the way my blue eyes shined,
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
I said: Th