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Singin' "Dust on the Bottle" shotgun in my old Hand-me-down '98 red Silverado This ain't one of those "trying to forget her, don't wanna remember" songs She's the reason that every time I hurt that key, it comes right on It was word for word, note for note Sounded even better than the radio For three months straight, I skipped all the stations I could still hear, yeah, she was singing "Dust on the Bottle" shotgun in my old Hand-me-down '98 red Silverado Hands out the window, hair in the sun Lips on me, through the reds, we'd run Made time fly the rest of the summer Those blue eyes, they sure did a number All day today, same thing tomorrow She's on my mind like dust on a bottle, mm (She's on my mind like dust on a bottle) I can still taste that kiss after making her leather front seat lean Still see our names she wrote on the glass in the backseat steam That song's like a time machine Letras de cancionesAnd just like that Yeah, I go back to her singing "Dust on the Bottle" shotgun in my old Hand-me-down '98 red Silverado Hands out the window, hair in the sun Lips on me, through the reds, we'd run Made time fly the rest of the summer Those blue eyes, they sure did a number All day today, same thing tomorrow She's on my mind like dust on a bottle She's on my mind like dust on a bottle It was word for word, note for note Sounded even better than the radio "Dust on the Bottle" shotgun in my old Hand-me-down '98 red Silverado Hands out the window, hair in the sun Lips on me, through the reds, we'd run Made time fly the rest of the summer Those blue eyes, they sure did a number All day today, same thing tomorrow She's on my mind like dust on a bottle Yeah, she's on my mind like dust on a bottle This ain't one of those "trying to forget her, don't wanna remember" songs From Letras Mania