Steve Grand

Ripped Jeans, only drinks whiskey I find him by the fire while his girl was getting frisky, ohh I say we go this road tonight And he smiles, his arms around her But his eyes are holdin' me, I'm just a captive to his wonder, ohh I say we go this road

Steve Grand - Stay Summer wind blows in again Sometimes I wonder where we lost it My good intentions¡ªyour favorite weapons And still I've yet to learn my lesson Who-oah No, I don't need much for anything But a shady tree and a couple pulls of whiske