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Wax Paper Cups

Walker Hayes

There's a purple sky on my dusty dash
On its way from blue to black
Sun is fading fast
And the moon is smiling
Good wind blowin steady and warm
Sweepin' waves onto the shore
Chasin' all the sand crabs toward the highway
So whatcha say

Let's pick up a pair of icees down at the Texaco
Back my truck to the edge of the Gulf of Mexico
Throw on a little George Strait
Have a seat on the tailgate
Swing our feet in the water
'Til our toes wrinkle up
Sip on down to the bottom
Of them wax paper cups

I know a little back dirt road that leads
To ocean front property
Where me and the stars shoot the breeze
Like family
Oughta be a buck or two in change
'Tween the glove box and the ash tray
And there's a lonely shotgun seat
Watin for ya side me
So why don't we

Pick up a pair of icees down at the Texaco
Back my truck to the edge of the Gulf of Mexico
Throw on a little George Strait
Have a seat on the tailgate
Swing our feet in the water
'Til our toes wrinkle up
Sip on down to the bottom
Of them wax paper cups

We can talk if you want to
Or we can sit silent
Shoulder to shoulder
Just a sippin' and sighin'
Or we can make love
memories and wishes
Stealin' cold cherry coke flavored kisses

Let's pick up a pair of icees down at the Texaco
Back my truck to the edge of the Gulf of Mexico
Throw on a little George Strait
Have a seat on the tailgate
Swing our feet in the water
'Til our toes wrinkle up
Sip on down to the bottom
Of them wax paper cups
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