I see you standin' outside my house
I swear last night we 'bout burned it down
You drove off like a bat outta hell down my street
I know you know me like the back of your hand
Might've been mad, but you're still my man
Baby, nothin' worth havin' really ever comes easy
Lucky for us, we like our love
A little more tried, a little more true
Yeah, a little rough around the edges
Makes it better when it goes down smooth
Like guitar strings, a good pair of jeans, and broken-in boots
You and I, we're a little more tried, a little more true
Since you're here, why don't you come inside?
Or I can get dressed, and we can go for a ride
See who's gonna be the first one to crack a smile
Hide my eyes behind his big sunglasses
Hang on to you like timeless fashion
We go out, but we always come back in style
A little more tried, a little more true
Yeah, a little rough around the edges
Makes it better when it goes down smooth
Like guitar strings, a good pair of jeans, and broken-in boots
You and I, we're a little more tried, a little more true
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Lucky for us, we like our love
A little more tried, a little more true
Yeah, a little rough around the edges
Makes it better when it goes down smooth
Like guitar strings, a good pair of jeans, and broken-in boots
You and I, we're a little more tried, a little more true