Hey Songtext
von Blake Shelton
Hey Songtext
Hey
Hey, hey, I′m out here baling hay
And all my friends are cruising 'round town
Checking out the pretty girls
Hey, and what′d they say
They say, "Hey, hey
Park out, dear, come out and play
Kick ou, tire, wipe my perspire
'Cause my whole life was hey
Growing like weed, stick out your teeth
Playing underneath the Baby Jesus
Blowing out the truck
Heading down the highway
Looking pretty soft up in the loft
Come on, baby, kick your cowgirls off
I'm picking you up after I draw my pay
And we′ll be rolling in the hay
Hey, hey, Ford, Dodge, Chevrolet
Different strokes for different folks
A little fellow walks up in a pink beret
He says "Hey", "Well hey"
Hell, that′s okay
Turn the guitars up and raise 'em cups
Hell, my whole life is hey
Growing like weed, stick out your teeth
Playing underneath the Baby Jesus
Blowing out the truck
Heading down the highway
Looking pretty soft up in the loft
Come on, baby, kick your cowgirls off
I′m picking you up after I get my pay
And we'll be rolling in the hay
Put it on a flat bed and go for a ride
Under the moonlight, you by my side
Give it to the cow, make it go moo
Coo-coo-ca-choo, kick it off your shoes
Break a camel′s back, Jack
Then you put it in a stack, yeah
Growing like weed, stick out your teeth
Playing underneath the Baby Jesus
Blowing out the truck
Heading down the highway
Looking pretty soft up in the loft
Come on, baby, kick your cowgirls off
I'm picking you up after I get my pay
We′ll be rolling in the hay
My whole life is a hey...
Rolling in the hay
Hey
Hey, hey, I′m out here baling hay
And all my friends are cruising 'round town
Checking out the pretty girls
Hey, and what′d they say
They say, "Hey, hey
Park out, dear, come out and play
Kick ou, tire, wipe my perspire
'Cause my whole life was hey
Growing like weed, stick out your teeth
Playing underneath the Baby Jesus
Blowing out the truck
Heading down the highway
Looking pretty soft up in the loft
Come on, baby, kick your cowgirls off
I'm picking you up after I draw my pay
And we′ll be rolling in the hay
Hey, hey, Ford, Dodge, Chevrolet
Different strokes for different folks
A little fellow walks up in a pink beret
He says "Hey", "Well hey"
Hell, that′s okay
Turn the guitars up and raise 'em cups
Hell, my whole life is hey
Growing like weed, stick out your teeth
Playing underneath the Baby Jesus
Blowing out the truck
Heading down the highway
Looking pretty soft up in the loft
Come on, baby, kick your cowgirls off
I′m picking you up after I get my pay
And we'll be rolling in the hay
Put it on a flat bed and go for a ride
Under the moonlight, you by my side
Give it to the cow, make it go moo
Coo-coo-ca-choo, kick it off your shoes
Break a camel′s back, Jack
Then you put it in a stack, yeah
Growing like weed, stick out your teeth
Playing underneath the Baby Jesus
Blowing out the truck
Heading down the highway
Looking pretty soft up in the loft
Come on, baby, kick your cowgirls off
I'm picking you up after I get my pay
We′ll be rolling in the hay
My whole life is a hey...
Rolling in the hay
Hey
Writer(s): Chris Tompkins, Clint Lagerberg, Craig Wiseman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com