[Verse 1] Got horse shit on my boots from the back lane dust Your jacket on the dash, coffee cold from noon Barn door hanging crooked where we always cut through You said drop me at home, then slid in beside me too Porch light fading low, tires still humming No big talk, just your hand finding mine in the cab Past the feed store glow, I kept the truck pointed straight T'es belle en tabarnouche, j'te ramène pas trop vite Gas gauge sitting low, but I don’t mind the detour You laughed at the mess like it was nothing new I cut the motor, kissed you once by the gate Then watched you walk inside while the back lane went still
