I can't count the barns I've past,
Painted red, white and black,
And up ahead there's a turn,
Take me right through Gatlinberg,
Right across that state line,
Her hair's still wet from her bath,
She's sitting on her front porch with a glass,
The colors on her skin from that sunset,
And that love waiting on me,
I can't wait to get to her,
She's the only thing that keeps
This world from driving me
I just hit that city limit,
Yeah and that a pretty good sign,
Her hair's still wet from her bath,
She's sitting on her front porch with a glass,
The colors on her skin from that sunset,
And that love waiting on me,
Her hair's still wet from her bath,
She's sitting on her front porch with a glass,
The colors on her skin from that sunset,
And that love waiting on me,