You see the bobber droppin′ while you're poppin′ the top on a cold beer
And you bust through the mud in your old truck in low gear
It's shotguns, bird dogs, buddies and 12 ounce curlsAlong comes a girl
You're spittin′ and swearin′
In the jeans you been wearing for two weeks
Paycheck weekend, hard core drinkin' and no sleep
Playing by the rules you made in a country boys world
Along comes a girl
You′re losing track of time on a front porch swing
Writin' love songs on your six-string
If she ain′t lighting up your phone you just let it ring
She got you falling' like a star from the bluegrass sky
Trippin′ on a kiss on a Friday night
Hidin' in the clouds with her on a midnight high
Along comes a girl
Never thought you'd be breaking an iron out on a new shirt
Or singing along to "I Saw The Light" in an old church
Let alone taking out a twenty-year loan for a piece of your own dirt
Along comes a girl
You′re losing track of time on a front porch swing
Writing′ love songs on your six-string
If she ain't lighting up your phone you just let it ring
She got you falling′ like a star from the bluegrass sky
Trippin' on a kiss on a Friday night
Hidin′ in the clouds with her on a midnight high
Along comes a girl
She got you falling' like a star from the bluegrass sky
Trippin′ on a kiss on a Friday night
Hidin' in the clouds with her on a midnight high
Along comes a girl
Along comes a girl
