20 cigarettes and I lit me one
On that redwood deck on the Mont Blanc
She was with her friends,
left them standing there
There was more than smoke in that summer air
We burned two while she told me about her hometown
She was drinking Tito, said I better slow down
I was like,
hell naw,
I ain't drinking by myself,
naw
Said she loved my accent so I kept talking
Reached for the back on the table from my wallet
We tore off the light the night we had left
With thirteen cigarettes and I lit me one
With the windows cracked and my old half-ton Singing,
take me home on them country roads
So I turned off on one,
then the next thing you know
We had a big bottle looking like an ashtray Under that full moon,
she was about halfway
naked in my tub bed So I helped her with the rest
She was saying my name,
barely even knew it We were both lying,
said we'd never do this
To the music of the wind through the wood
It was probably somewhere
around two In the morning by the time we got down to
That lucky cigarette laying on our backs We were out of breath,
we both took a drag
Blew it in the sky,
she was gone like that One hell of a night,
one hell of a pack