Wide Open - Kane Brown, Matt McVaney

Just a slow down small town

Just a deep south home crowd

With nothing to do and nothing to lose

The same old paper and same old news

We’d ride around 10:30 on a Friday

We’d hurry to a parkin lot

With all our friends

Turning up the heat when

We finally made it to the weekend

We put the gas to the floor

Yeah, we hit it wide open

Two-lane highway rolling

With no one around, slowing us down

Radio loud, had the speakers all blowing

Dials wide open

Feet on the dash with her hand out the window

Smiling a look in her eye letting me know

She didn’t care where we were going

As long as we were going wide open

She was made for the fast lane

She was more than just a pretty face

First time lover, we spent that summer

Doing nothing but getting away

We put the gas to the floor

Yeah, we hit it wide open

Two-lane highway rolling

With no one around, slowing us down

Radio loud, had the speakers all blowing

Dials wide open

Feet on the dash with her hand out the window

Smiling a look in her eye letting me know

She didn’t care where we were going

As long as we were going wide open

We put the gas to the floor

Yeah, we hit it wide open

Two-lane highway rolling

With no one around, slowing us down

Radio loud, had the speakers all blowing

Dials wide open

Feet on the dash with her hand out the window

Smiling a look in her eye letting me know

She didn’t care where we were going

As long as we were going wide open

(Just a slow down small town)

Wide open

(Just a deep south home crowd)

She didn’t care where we were going

As long as we were going wide open

Wide open