The world lay at her feet
Because the only son of a well -to -do
Banked her off of her easy street
Well, she got everything she wanted,
She's ridin' in my old car,
In a tube, piled on the top,
headed out to Crooked Creek
Well, I float through the afternoon,
hold hands and drift away
She could have had a heart -shaped pool
And a yard like a puttin' green
But she likes to feel her toes in mud
Wearin' her cut -off jeans
She says that right beside me
Is where she wants to stay
So if you want a good look
She's ridin' in my old car,
In her tears, piled on the top,
headed out to Crooked Creek
We're gonna float through the afternoon,
hold hands and drift away
We're gonna float through the afternoon,
hold hands and drift away
Yeah, can see that she loves me,
look where she is today, yeah
anybody can see that she loves me,
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