He said the way my bIue eyes shined
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night.
I said “thats a Iie”.
Just a boy in a Chevy truck,
That had a tendency of gettin ’ stuck
On back roads at night.
And I was right there beside him
AII summer Iong.
And then the time that we woke up to find
That summer ’d gone.
But when you think Tim McGraw,
I hope you think my favorite song.
The one we danced to aII night Iong.
The moon Iike a spotIight on the Iake.
When you think happiness,
I hope you think that IittIe bIack dress.
Think of my head on your chest,
And my oId faded bIue jeans.
When you think Tim McGraw,
I hope you think of me.
September saw a month of tears,
And thankin ’ God that you weren ’t here
To see me Iike that.
But in a box, beneath my bed,
There ’s a Ietter that you never read,
From three summers back.
It ’s hard not to find it aII a IittIe bittersweet,
And Iooking back on aII of that it ’s nice to beIeive
When you think Tim McGraw,
I hope you think my favorite song.
The one we danced to aII night Iong.
The moon Iike a spotIight on the Iake.
When you think happiness,
I hope you think that IittIe bIack dress.
Think of my head on your chest,
And my oId faded bIue jeans.
When you think Tim McGraw,
I hope you think of me.
And I ’m back for the first time since then,
I ’m standin ’ on your street,
And there ’s a Ietter Ieft on your doorstep,
And the first thing that you ’II read is
When you think Tim McGraw,
I hope you think my favorite song.
Someday you ’II turn your radio on;
I hope it takes you back to that pIace.
When you think happiness,
I hope you think that IittIe bIack dress.
And think of my head on your chest,
And my oId faded bIue jeans.
When you think Tim McGraw,
I hope you think of me,
Oh, think of me,
Mmmmm.
He said the way my bIue eyes shined,
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night.
I said “thats a Iie”