sweet time
ballard, frankie
well that needle that climbed to 195 mph
and this boot of mine wants
to kick that pedal straight in the face
this ain't that kinda night
there ain't no finish line
i bought the bench not the buckets
we're taking our sweet time
400 horses on a slow road
we're taking our sweet time
and that cigarette lighter
it's a windows fogging up
kinda love spitting through
a torn up haggard t-shirt
well take those big blue eyes
don't knock us outta first
every single one of your curves
we're taking our sweet time
400 horses on a slow road
we're taking our sweet time
400 horses on a slow road
that camaro kissed two lonely hearts
we're taking our sweet time
we're taking our sweet time