After all the corks are shot
And I'll stand up next to you
As my hand falls off of my chest
Sending out secret signals and cues
A base coach signin' out what to do
Sense em out here calling your name
Heaven help me, this timing's to blame
Horween steerhide's my patriot color
Hail to the Chief is such a pitiful number
While you're downtown just counting the hours
I'll be red and white and blue
Doing what it takes to pay my dues
Roman candles saluting you
The first time I climbed in your truck
Heard Kid Smoke on the stereo
I knew from then that that was it
You really got me now, you really got me
Heard it first in the passenger seat
Something special, something sugary sweet
Fourth of July, but you're in Tennessee
USA all the way to the parking lot
Call in sick but don't you get caught now
Firebomb on the water, take a picture quick
Make this one to last more than a minute
Exotic Dangers - Roman Candles Lyrics
Exotic Dangers - Roman Candles Lyrics
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After all the corks are shot
And I'll stand up next to you
As my hand falls off of my chest
Sending out secret signals and cues
A base coach signin' out what to do
Sense em out here calling your name
Heaven help me, this timing's to blame
Horween steerhide's my patriot color
Hail to the Chief is such a pitiful number
While you're downtown just counting the hours
I'll be red and white and blue
Doing what it takes to pay my dues
Roman candles saluting you
The first time I climbed in your truck
Heard Kid Smoke on the stereo
I knew from then that that was it
You really got me now, you really got me
Heard it first in the passenger seat
Something special, something sugary sweet
Fourth of July, but you're in Tennessee
USA all the way to the parking lot
Call in sick but don't you get caught now
Firebomb on the water, take a picture quick
Make this one to last more than a minute
And I'll stand up next to you
As my hand falls off of my chest
Sending out secret signals and cues
A base coach signin' out what to do
Sense em out here calling your name
Heaven help me, this timing's to blame
Horween steerhide's my patriot color
Hail to the Chief is such a pitiful number
While you're downtown just counting the hours
I'll be red and white and blue
Doing what it takes to pay my dues
Roman candles saluting you
The first time I climbed in your truck
Heard Kid Smoke on the stereo
I knew from then that that was it
You really got me now, you really got me
Heard it first in the passenger seat
Something special, something sugary sweet
Fourth of July, but you're in Tennessee
USA all the way to the parking lot
Call in sick but don't you get caught now
Firebomb on the water, take a picture quick
Make this one to last more than a minute
Writer: RODNEY CLAWSON, BRAD CRISLER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.