I can't count the thorns I've passed, painted red, white, and black. See Rock City, and up ahead there's a turn that'll take me right through Gatlinburg. I hear it's pretty. Maybe some other time, I can't slow down. Right across that state of line, right about now. Her hair's still wet from her bath, she's sittin' on the front porch with a glass of iced tea. And my sweatshirt, and her bare feet, this I gotta see. If I hurry I can catch the colors on her skin from that sunset. And her face, and that look, waitin' on me. This I gotta see. This I gotta see. I can't wait to get to her. Man, I wish I were there already. She's the only thing that keeps this world from drivin' me crazy. I just hit that city limit, yeah, and that's a pretty good sign. If I pick it up a bit, I'll be right on time. Her hair's still wet from her bath, she's sittin' on the front porch with a glass of iced tea. And my sweatshirt, and her bare feet, this I gotta see. If I hurry I can catch the colors on her skin from that sunset. And her face, and that look, waitin' on me. This I gotta see, yeah. Her hair's still wet from her bath, she's sittin' on the front porch with a glass of iced tea. And my sweatshirt, and her bare feet, this I gotta see. If I hurry I can catch the colors on her skin from that sunset. And her face, and that look, waitin' on me. This I gotta see. This I gotta see. This I gotta see. This I gotta see.