Josh Thompson - Firebird

Baby ain't you and me just made in the shade|Like Seagrams and homemade lemonade|Just right, I wanna soak up your sunshine|Put your tiny bikini top on, I'll take the t-tops off|It's all waxed up, now let's go get lost on the highways, byways|Slide the hammer to the floorboard and fly away in a||Firebird,|Catching all four gears on this old two lane, make the tires burn|Your pretty hair blowin' with the Skynyrd cranked|Screamin' eagle on the hood, and you and me free as a free bird|Firebird||Now baby just listen to that engine whine|Where we're going, your guess is as good as mine,|We'll just drive on, baby baby we'll just state gone|You've got me reelin' and stealing a kiss in the bucket seats|Left hand on the wheel and the right on your knee|You're looking so fine, oh my,|It's kinda hard to keep it between the white lines in a||Firebird,|Catching all four gears on this old two lane and make the tires burn|Your pretty hair blowin' with the Skynyrd cranked|Screamin' eagle on the hood, and you and me free as a free bird|Yeah, Firebird||Even if I could, I wouldn't trade where I am|Sittin' next to the prettiest girl in the world|In a black Trans-Am||Yeah, Firebird,|Catching all four gears on this old two lane, make the tires burn|Your pretty hair blowin' with the Skynyrd cranked|Screamin' eagle on the hood, and you and me free as a free bird|Firebird|Firebird|Firebird|

Written by:
Brent Cobb, Brandon Kinney, Josh Thompson

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Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Bluewater Music Corp.

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