In It - Jake Owen

Baby I know that you gotta go

It’s a whim or a plan either way I hope

There’s a beach in it

Your Friday nights are barefoot in the sand

There’s music and lights in your left hand

Has a beer in it, yeah I hope the coast is clear in it

Oh, I love you and I’ll leave it at that

It’s okay if you don' look back

If my '98 Pontiac gets to drivin' through your dreams

Gets you flyin' 'round this old town in that same ol' shotgun seat

When you open your eyes and that pretty little mind has a memory in it

I hope there’s still a little me in it

You ain’t got to call, you ain’t got to write

If the lonely gets you dialin' for my voice one night

'Cause you miss hearin' it, I’ll try not to have a tear in it

Won’t try to talk you back into us

I’ll keep my mouth and my broken heart shut

If my '98 Pontiac gets to drivin' through your dreams

Gets you flyin' 'round this old town in that same ol' shotgun seat

When you open your eyes and that pretty little mind has a memory in it

I hope there’s still a little me in it

Oh, I love you and I’ll leave it at that

Yeah, I know that you’re not comin' back

If my '98 Pontiac gets to drivin' through your dreams

Gets you flyin' 'round this old town in that same ol' shotgun seat

When you open your eyes and that pretty little mind has a memory in it

I hope there’s still a little me in it

Hope there’s still a little me in it