Lifted - Dallas Smith

In a cloud of dust, I picked you up off your front porch

My old truck was lifted

That summer dress messing with my head

Caught the wind just a little bit and lifted

And it sure felt good (it sure felt good)

You were holding my hand (you were holding my hand)

Looking out over that hood (looking out over that hood)

Singing John Mellencamp

And we were high on nothing but living and loving

Running down something called a dirt road dream

Our own little world, one boy, one girl

Seventeen and riding that sweet southern breeze

Lifted, like a song from a choir

Lifted, like a flame from a raging fire

Lifted

First kiss out under the stars

I’ve kissed before but that ol' bar was lifted

New spot, we found my old guitar

You’re dancing around with your arms lifted

And you sang along like you’d never be gone

And we were high on nothing but living and loving

Running down something called a dirt road dream

Our own little world, one boy, one girl

Seventeen and riding that sweet southern breeze

Lifted, like a prayer from a sinner

Lifted, checkered flag, finish line for the winner

Lifted

And we were high on nothing but living and loving

Running down something called a dirt road dream

Our own little world, one boy, one girl

Seventeen and riding that sweet southern breeze

Lifted, like a sail in the wind

Lifted, girl let’s go back again

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