Wide Open
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 parking 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
A Todo Gas
Solo una pequeña ciudad tranquila
Solo una multitud hogareña del sur profundo
Sin nada que hacer y nada que perder
El mismo periódico de siempre y las mismas noticias de siempre
Daríamos vueltas alrededor de las 10:30 un viernes
Nos apresurábamos a un estacionamiento
Con todos nuestros amigos
Aumentando el calor cuando
Finalmente llegábamos al fin de semana
Pisábamos el acelerador a fondo
Sí, íbamos a todo gas
La carretera de dos carriles rodando
Sin nadie alrededor, frenándonos
La radio a todo volumen, con los parlantes a todo volumen
Perillas a tope
Pies en el tablero con su mano fuera de la ventana
Sonriendo con una mirada en sus ojos haciéndome saber
A ella no le importaba a dónde íbamos
Mientras fuéramos a todo gas
Ella estaba hecha para el carril rápido
Era más que solo una cara bonita
Amante de primera vez, pasamos ese verano
Haciendo nada más que escapar
Pisábamos el acelerador a fondo
Sí, íbamos a todo gas
La carretera de dos carriles rodando
Sin nadie alrededor, frenándonos
La radio a todo volumen, con los parlantes a todo volumen
Perillas a tope
Pies en el tablero con su mano fuera de la ventana
Sonriendo con una mirada en sus ojos haciéndome saber
A ella no le importaba a dónde íbamos
Mientras fuéramos a todo gas
Pisábamos el acelerador a fondo
Sí, íbamos a todo gas
La carretera de dos carriles rodando
Sin nadie alrededor, frenándonos
La radio a todo volumen, con los parlantes a todo volumen
Perillas a tope
Pies en el tablero con su mano fuera de la ventana
Sonriendo con una mirada en sus ojos haciéndome saber
A ella no le importaba a dónde íbamos
Mientras fuéramos a todo gas
(Solo una pequeña ciudad tranquila)
A todo gas
(Solo una multitud hogareña del sur profundo)
A ella no le importaba a dónde íbamos
Mientras fuéramos a todo gas
A todo gas
Escrita por: Corey Crowder / Justin James Lantz / Kane Brown