Lyrics Hit The Hay Runnin' - Aaron Watson

Girl, I'm watching that clock like a red-tail hawk
Sitting high on a power line pole
Gonna punch out, punch in, break in the week and cash it out and go for broke
You can slide on over, your pretty head on my shoulder

We got a good time coming when the day is done
And the drinks are cold, we're gonna pull an all-nighter
We can sleep when we're old

Let's rock that honky-tonk, can't stop, won't stop
Get you on the dance floor, better pour me one more
Double shot, good stuff, can't get enough of that
Cover band, playing those red dirt songs
Head home, last call, lights off, clothes fall
Can't go wrong with some Conway on
Your tight-fittin' jeans on my bedroom floor
We gonna hit the hay running, when we hit the door

There you go giving that eye with your hand on my thigh
You got me swerving all over the place
Got my pedal to the metal, and I'm boiling like a kettle
And you know that I love a good chase
And a little bump of shine then, whole lot of wine-and-dining

We got a good time coming when the day is done
And the drinks are cold we're gonna pull an all-nighter
We can sleep when we're old

Let's rock that honky-tonk, can't stop, won't stop
Get you on the dance floor, better pour me one more
Double shot, good stuff, can't get enough of that
Cover band, playing those red dirt songs
Head home, last call, lights off, clothes fall
Can't go wrong with some Conway on
Your tight-fittin' jeans on my bedroom floor
We gonna hit the hay running, when we hit the door

I said hey, little country girl
Your Dolly curves, Loretta twang, and Reba curls
Let your country boy unsnap all them pearls
'Cause I'm sweet on you like Mountain Dew, little country girl

So let's rock that honky-tonk, can't stop, won't stop
Get you on the dance floor, better pour me one more
Double shot, good stuff, can't get enough of that
Cover band playing, those red dirt songs
Head home, last call, lights off, clothes fall
Can't go wrong with some Conway on
Your tight-fittin' jeans on my bedroom floor
We gonna hit the hay running, when we hit the door

Let's rock that honky-tonk, can't stop, won't stop
Get you on the dance floor, better pour me one more
Double shot, good stuff, can't get enough of that
Cover band playing those red dirt songs
Head home, last call, lights off, clothes fall
Can't go wrong with some Conway on
Your tight-fittin' jeans on my bedroom floor
We gonna hit the hay running, when we hit the door
Hit the hay running, when we hit the door
We gonna hit the hay, running when we hit the door

Yeah
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