We got the moon, we got the stars Aw, baby, it's my favorite kind of bar I hear the crickets, wind in the trees Yeah, they're probably talkin' 'bout you and me You got your flannel, I got my boots I got a guitar, you got your moves You said, "Play me every single song you know" And we got nowhere else to be, so here we go Pour us up another couple shots of whiskey Somethin' 'bout the way the moonlight is hittin' Your blonde hair and green eyes Yeah, I could do this all night Throw another log on that fire with me Ain't no one around us for miles So, we can stay as long as we want to And watch the sky go from black back to blue, yeah You got a hand I wanna hold I got a cold beer bottle microphone Yeah, if you keep on crackin' 'em, baby I'll keep on drinkin' 'em You keep on singin' 'em, baby I'll keep on playin' 'em, baby Pour us up another couple shots of whiskey Somethin' 'bout the way the moonlight is hittin' Your blonde hair and green eyes Yeah, I could do this all night Throw another log on that fire with me Ain't no one around us for miles So, we can stay as long as we want to And watch the sky go from black back to blue, yeah Black back to blue Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Pour us up another couple shots of whiskey Somethin' 'bout the way the moonlight is hittin' Your blonde hair and green eyes Yeah, I could do this all night Throw another log on that fire with me Ain't no one around us for miles So, we can stay as long as we want to And watch the sky go from black back to blue (Go back, go back, go back) Black back to blue Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Black back to blue (Go back, go back) Black back to blue (I could do this all night)