Yeah, I bet that shotgun headrest still smells like my shampoo

That messed up tape deck's still stuck playing that mix I made for you

Yeah, that's my strawberry wine stain

My nail polish on the tailgate

So much of me left I bet you must get déja vu

When you're runnin' around in that stick shift Chevy

I bet it drives you crazy

Thinking about us on every

Other back road, baby

You got someone new on your bench seat

Trying to forget me lately

But my memory's stuck

So good luck

Tryna get me out of that truck

So go on touch that paint up where I scratched the driver's side

That won't take back all our weekend for no reason rides

Yeah, I bet the left side of the flatbed

Will always be mine in your head

Even though it's not me counting stars with you tonight

When you're running around in that stick shift Chevy

I bet it drives you crazy

Thinking about us on every

Other back road, baby

You got someone new on your bench seat

Trying to forget me lately

But my memory's stuck

So good luck

Tryna get me out of that truck, yeah

Ooh, you can shine it up, you can clean it out

Spin those tires all over town

When the music's up and the window's down

I'm the one you're thinking 'bout

My Silverado silhouette

Still shotgun riding in your head

So when you're runnin' around in that stick shift Chevy

I bet it drives you crazy

Thinking about us on every

Other back road, baby

You got someone new on your bench seat

Trying to forget me lately

But my memory's stuck

So good luck

Tryna get me out of that truck, mm

My Silverado silhouette

Still shotgun riding in your head