Lyrics American Heartbreak - Kip Moore

I can see you sitting on the back of that bike seat
Nails on my handles painted Daytona hot pig
Waiting on me in that Tennessee night sky
I was long gone and in those Carolina blue eyes

Red, white, and blue flag flying in the breeze
Two names on the back of that live oak tree

An American heartbreak
I knew she was a wild card
Always been a leaver on the runaway
She's an American heartbreak

Bottle rockets, black cats, poppin' in the summer heat
18, sippin' suds, hidin' from the police
Them high school bleachers were the perfect cover
For some lovers burnin' red-hot
In a field, in a truck, any place we could find a spot

I tell her that I love her and it get a little loud
She say, boy, you ought to know to not talk like that

American heartbreak
I knew she was a wild card
Always been a leaver on the runaway
She's an American heartbreak

A cold wind came
She was looking for a new scene
The one out there
The one without me, oh-yeah

I can still hear a whisper, I can still taste her hot kiss
She ain't hard to remember on a summer night like this

American heartbreak
I knew she was a wild card
Always been a leaver on the runaway
She's an American heartbreak

An American heartbreak
I knew she was a wild card
Always been a leaver on the runaway
She's an American heartbreak
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