You see the bobber droppin' while you're poppin' the top on a cold beer And you bust through the mud in your old truck in low gear It's shotguns, bird dogs, buddies and 12 ounce curls Along comes a girl You're spittin' and swearin' In the jeans you been wearing for two weeks Paycheck weekend, hard core drinkin' and no sleep Playing by the rules you made in a country boys world Along comes a girl You're losing track of time on a front porch swing Writin' love songs on your six-string If she ain't lighting up your phone you just let it ring She got you falling' like a star from the bluegrass sky Trippin' on a kiss on a Friday night Hidin' in the clouds with her on a midnight high Along comes a girl Never thought you'd be breaking an iron out on a new shirt Or singing along to "I Saw The Light" in an old church Let alone taking out a twenty-year loan for a piece of your own dirt Along comes a girl You're losing track of time on a front porch swing Writing' love songs on your six-string If she ain't lighting up your phone you just let it ring She got you falling' like a star from the bluegrass sky Trippin' on a kiss on a Friday night Hidin' in the clouds with her on a midnight high Along comes a girl She got you falling' like a star from the bluegrass sky Trippin' on a kiss on a Friday night Hidin' in the clouds with her on a midnight high Along comes a girl Along comes a girl