Twenty cigarettes and I lit me one
On that redwood deck on the Mon Brian
She was with her friends, left her standing there
There was more than smoke on that summer air
We burnt two while she told me by her hometown
She was drinking Titos, said I better slow down
I was like: Hell, no, I aingt drinking by myself, no
Said she loved my accent so I kept talking
Reached for the pack on the table by my wallet
We tore off to light the night we had lived
With thirteen cigarettes and I lit me one
With the windows cracked in my old half ton
Singing take me home on them country roads
So I turned off on one and next thing you know
We had a beer bottle looking like an ashtray
Under that full Moon she was 'bout halfway
Naked in my truck bed, so I helped her with the rest
She was saying my name, barely even knew it
We were both lying, said we never do this
To the music of the wind on the woods
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
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