This I Gotta See

I can't count the barns I've past

Painted red, white and black,

See rock city.

And up ahead there's a turn

Take me right through Gatlinberg,

I hear it's pretty.



Maybe some other time,

I can't slow down.

Right across that state line

Right about now.



Her hair's still wet from her bath.

She's sitting on her front porch with a glass

Of iced tea,

In my sweat shirt,

And her bare feet,

This I gotta see.

If I hurry I can catch

The colors on her skin from that sunset

And her face,

And that love waiting on me,

This I gotta see.

This I gotta see.



I can't wait to get to her.

Man I wish I were

There already.

Shes the only thing that keeps

This world from driving me

Crazy.



I just hit that city limit,

Yeah and that a pretty good sign.

If I pick it up a bit,

I'll be right on time.



Her hair's still wet from her bath.

She's sitting on her front porch with a glass

Of iced tea,

In my sweat shirt,

And her bare feet,

This I gotta see.

If I hurry I can catch

The colors on her skin from that sunset

And her face,

And that love waiting on me,

This I gotta see.

This I gotta see



Her hair's still wet from her bath.

She's sitting on her front porch with a glass

Of iced tea,

In my sweat shirt,

And her bare feet,

This I gotta see.

If I hurry I can catch

The colors on her skin from that sunset

And her face,

And that love waiting on me,

This I gotta see.

This I gotta see.