Barefoot and Buckwild - LaUren ALaina

You got a way of calling right at the wrong time

I know your southern draw is what trouble sounds like

The way you got me grinning,

You know I’ll climb up in your rusty truck

I give up, come on over pick me up Back porch no lights high beam headlights

Baby you just might make me lose my mind

You slap me over little love shootin’shotgun

Hands out the window got my toes up on the dash

Nothing but fields on the wheels just slinging wet mud

I like the way you drive, just like a rebel child

You make me wanna get barefoot and buckwild

You’re showin’off in circles down by the riverside

You like to make me nervous so I move in real tight

Come on throw it in park

I wanna see the stars and feel the grass between my toes

Dancing to the radio

Oh you got me where you want me, lost in the country

I don’t know how you do what you do But you do what you do and it does what it does to me

I can’t stop it once you start it Wiiiiild, wiiiild

Barefoot and buckwild

Wiiiiiild wiiiiild

Barefoot and buckwild