Tim McGraw

Tim Mcgraw

You said the way my blue eyes shined,

Put those Georgia stars to shame that night

I said: That s a lie

Just a boy in a Chevy truck,

That had a tendency of gettin stuck,

On backroads at night

An I was right there beside him all summer long

An then the time we woke up to find that summer d gone

But when you think: Tim McGraw,

I hope you think my favorite song

The one we danced to all night long:

The moon like a spotlight on the lake

When you think happiness,

I hope you think: That little black dress

Think of my head on your chest,

An my old faded blue jeans

When you think Tim McGraw,

I hope you think of me

September saw a month of tears,

An thankin God that you weren t here,

To see me like that

But in a box beneath my bed,

Is a letter that you never read,

From three summers back

It s hard not to find it all a little bitter sweet,

An lookin back on all of that, it s nice to believe:

When you think: Tim McGraw,

I hope you think my favorite song

The one we danced to all night long:

The moon like a spotlight on the lake

When you think happiness,

I hope you think: That little black dress

Think of my head on your chest,

An my old faded blue jeans

When you think Tim McGraw,

I hope you think of me

And I m back for the first time since then:

I m standin on your street,

An there s a letter left on your doorstep,

An the first thing that you ll read:

Is: When you think: Tim McGraw,

I hope you think my favorite song

Some day you ll turn your radio on,

I hope it takes you back to that place

When you think happiness,

I hope you think: That little black dress

Think of my head on your chest,

An my old faded blue jeans

When you think Tim McGraw,

I hope you think of me

Oh, think of me,

Mmmm

You said the way my blue eyes shined,

Put those Georgia stars to shame that night

I said: That s a lie