A country tune for the romantic at heart. Backwoods walks, riding in the truck with nowhere to go, and a little cuddling in the tree stand. Sounds nice, doesn't it?
Lyrics
Sun sinking low, cooler in the truck bed,
On a country road, moon rising overhead.
Slide in close, put your hand in mine—
No big plan, just a little time.
Crickets sing low, headlights through pines,
Your smile hits me every time.
Your laugh’s got me grinnin’ ear to ear,
No place on earth I’d rather be than here.
Cuddle in the tree stand, hearts beatin’ slow,
Walkin’ wood trails where the wild things go.
Castin’ at the fishin’ hole, reelin’ back dreams,
Bare feet on my dash in those soft moon‑beams.
Don’t need a map to know where we’re at—
As long as you’re here, I’m fine with that.
In your county boots, wind in your hair,
Saw a buck walk past that old oak there.
Four wheels rollin’, nowhere to be—
Little slice of forever, you and me.
Stars fall like sparks from a midnight fire,
Wrapped in your arms, I can’t get much higher.
Every curve in the road pulls me closer to you,
Girl, the whole wide world’s just faded from view.
Cuddle in the tree stand, hearts beatin’ slow,
Walkin’ wood trails where the wild things go.
Castin’ at the fishin’ hole, reelin’ back dreams,
Bare feet on my dash in those soft moon‑beams.
Don’t need a map to know where we’re at—
As long as you’re here, I’m fine with that.
First date fishin’, takin’ it real slow,
Old Pap’s pond in a firefly glow.
Ridin’ on trails with you holdin’ tight—
Makin’ Mama proud, treatin’ my girl right.
Cuddle in the tree stand, hearts beatin’ slow,
Walkin’ wood trails where the wild things go.
Castin’ at the fishin’ hole, reelin’ back dreams,
Bare feet on my dash in those soft moon‑beams.
Don’t need a map to know where we’re at—
As long as you’re here, I’m fine with that.
Don’t need a map to know where we’re at—
As long as you’re here, I’m fine with that.
Yeah, I’m fine with that.