Two Bits

I put back couple cans of that P.B.R.

When we met in Alabama at that moon-lit bar

I knew right when she showed up, that she had to go downtown 

So we poured up a couple doubles

And then we get to talkin' bout small towns, where we grew up

We sang country roads till we lost our voice

You sure got a thing for a small town boy

I still remember the way she sang that song

Lipstick red like a Crimson Tide

Tryna get lost in those Guntersville eyes

I'm making my way to the south where the river rolls on