Music : Russell Dickerson/John Byron/Josh Kerr
Singin' "Dust on the Bottle" shotgun in my old
Hand-me-down '98 red Silverado
This ain't one of those "trying to forget her, don't wanna remember" songs
She's the reason that every time I turn that key, it comes right on
It was word for word and note for note
Sounded even better than the radio
For three months straight, I skipped all the stations
I could still hear, yeah, she was singing
"Dust on the Bottle" shotgun in my old
Hand-me-down '98 red Silverado
Hands out the window, hair in the sun
Lips on me, through the reds, we'd run
Made time fly the rest of the summer
Those blue eyes, they sure did a number
All day today, same thing tomorrow
She's on my mind like dust on a bottle, mm
(She's on my mind like dust on a bottle)
I can still taste that kiss after making her leather front seat lean
Still see our names she wrote on the glass in the backseat steam
That song's like a time machine
And just like that
Yeah, I go back to her singing
"Dust on the Bottle" shotgun in my old
Hand-me-down '98 red Silverado
Hands out the window, hair in the sun
Lips on me, through the reds, we'd run
Made time fly the rest of the summer
Those blue eyes, they sure did a number
All day today, same thing tomorrow
She's on my mind like dust on a bottle
She's on my mind like dust on a bottle
It was word for word, note for note
Sounded even better than the radio
Singin' "Dust on the Bottle" shotgun in my old
Hand-me-down '98 red Silverado
Hands out the window, hair in the sun
Lips on me, through the reds, we'd run
Made time fly the rest of the summer
Those blue eyes, they sure did a number
All day today, same thing tomorrow
She's on my mind like dust on a bottle
Yeah, she's on my mind like dust on a bottle
This ain't one of those "trying to forget her, don't wanna remember" songs