alone with the morning burning red, on the canvas in my head, painting a picture of you, and me driving across country, in a dusty old rv, just the road and its majesty, and i'm looking at you with the world in the rear view, you were pretty as can be, sitting in the front seat, looking at me, telling me you love me, and your happy to be with me on the 4th of july, we sang 'stranglehold' to the stereo, couldn't take no more of that rock 'n' roll, so we put on a little george jones and just sang along, those white lines get drawn into the sun, if you ain't got no one to keep you hanging on, and there you were like a queen in your nightgown, riding shotgun from town to town, staking a claim on the world we found, and i'm singing to you, you're singing to me, you were out of the blue to a boy like me, you were pretty as can be, sitting in the front seat, looking at me, telling me you love me, and your happy to be with me on the 4th of july, we sang 'stranglehold' to the stereo, couldn't take no more of that rock 'n' roll, so we put on a little george jones and just sang along, sang along, and i'm looking for you in the silence that we share, you were pretty as can be, sitting in the front seat, looking at me, telling me you love me, and your happy to be with me on the 4th of july, we sang 'stranglehold' to the stereo, couldn't take no more of that rock 'n' roll, so we put on a little george jones and just sang along, sang along
