We talk for a minute on the phone
You say you wish I was already home
I know you don't like it when I'm gone
Well, I don't like writing these lonely songs
So baby, come with me down to Tennessee
I'll be the King of Music City, you can be my queen
We'll pretend to write hit songs
We'll make a fake fortune
And then we'll head upstate to Ohio
And find a place to live or something, I don't know, baby
Where it is that we'll end up
But I know we'll end up together
Yeah
The road's been kind when push has shoved
But I'm looking for a different kind of love
I need an accomplice, a partner in crime
I need a permanent Valentine
Well, tonight I'm driving down to the Carolinas
If you wanna come with me, I'd love to ride with you
With a pretty girl like you selling my CDs, I'd make a real fortune
And with the money I'll fly out to California
I got some friends gettin' married, but I should warn you
I'll probably get some good ideas about what to do with you
When we say "I do"
Yeah
If you know what I mean
And I think you do
That sounds good to me
Does it sound good to you?
Well, let's head down to the Florida coast
Or maybe Indiana to that place I love the most
Or we could cut some place of our own
With your good looks and my charm
Let's shoot for the stars
Well, if you marry me, honey, up in Maryland
You'll never have to be alone ever again
And I can make you mad every day
And you can forgive me the right way
Yeah
If you know what I mean
And I think you do
That sounds good to me
Does that sound good to you?