I don't need a hotel or a high-rise, a big old boat with a fancy name.
I don't need a backseat, don't need no rusty truck bed, we can leave that dust on that old porch swing.
Let's get tangled in the tassels of some ten-foot corn, tear our t-shirts in the cotton patch behind the barn.
Get lost out in the rye grass, lay a blanket in the beans, tear up some turnip greens on some river bottom ground.
Or find some muscadines up on a hill, baby, love me in a field.
Now we got that California king in the back of that Georgia double wide.
And I'm about to bust out the seams when I get you to the countryside.
What's that sound like to you? Cause it sounds dang good to me.
Just hit me with a smile.
When you're ready to leave, let's get tangled in the tassels of some ten-foot corn, tear our t-shirts in the cotton patch behind the barn.
Get lost out in the rye grass, lay a blanket in the beans, tear up some turnip greens on some river bottom ground.
Or find some muscadines up on a hill, baby, love me in a field.
Get lost out in the rye grass, lay a blanket in the beans, tear up some turnip greens on some river bottom ground.

Find an old pasture where the cows ain't been for a while.
Wanna see your blue eyes where the flowers grow while little after midnight.
Morning dew on our skin, promise you won't nobody, nobody know where we've been.
Let's get tangled in the tassels of some ten-foot corn, tear our t-shirts in the cotton patch behind the barn.
Get lost out in the rye grass, lay a blanket in the beans, tear up some turnip greens on some river bottom ground.
Or find some muscadines up on a hill, baby, love me in a field.
Love me in a field.
Love me in a field.
In a big old field.
In a big old field.