Sun-Tanned in the Countryside

Kicked off my shoes in the truck bed dust

Laugh lines deeper than the tire track ruts

You steal my cap, spin circles in the rye

Grass-stained knees, sun in your eyes

Sun-tanned in the countryside

You and that wild little smile of mine

Cheap cold beer, passing time

Heartbeats racing an old fence line

If this is all we ever find

I’m good just getting

Sun-tanned in the countryside

Radio low, your bare feet on the dash

Peach pit flying past the cattle guard latch

You say "slow down," I kill the engine’s hum

Just crickets, our breathing, and a red evening sun

Sun-tanned in the countryside

You and that wild little smile of mine

Cheap cold beer, passing time

Heartbeats racing an old fence line

If this is all we ever find

I’m good just getting

Sun-tanned in the countryside