Sam Grow — Feels Like Drivin

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Two doors, six-shift
The starter still sticks
RPM’s yeah they tremble
When you give her more than a little
At first it’s the straightaways
But soon you learn the back ways
Don’t worry about which turn’s wrong
N.C.
Getting lost is half the fun

It feels like flyin’
These Goodyears on the ground
I take this time in
‘Cuz it ain’t ever slowing down
Since 16 in this bench seat
If you ask me about this life we’re living
Yeah I’d say it feels like drivin’

It’s her hand in mine
This main street stoplight
As she scoots in close to me
While we wait for the red to turn green
That blue sky turns orange
Like that sunset was made just for us
And we parked at Walnut creek
That first time she kissed me

It feels like flyin’
These Goodyears on the ground
I take this time in
‘Cuz it ain’t ever slowing down
Since 16 in this bench seat
If you ask me about this life we’re living
Yeah I’d say it feels like drivin’
Feels like drivin’

That old truck we traded
For more room, for more kids
And that price they put on gas
Still stings just as bad
That first date tailgate
Turned into the front seat of a ballgame
Hit that Pizza Hut after a win
N.C.
We won’t get this back again

It feels like flyin’
These Goodyears on the ground
I take this time in
‘Cuz it ain’t ever slowing down
Since 16 in this bench seat
If you ask me about this life we’re living
Yeah I’d say it feels like drivin’
Feels like drivin’
Feels like drivin’