I see a sunset
Through pine trees in September
White creek, black dog
No, it don't get no better
I don't have to close my eyes to dream
Since your boots walked into mine, girl, you best believe
Make a man start building fences 'round some acres
Pulling wildflowers just because
Picking paint out for a twelve stall
Baby, that's what your love does
Till our hair's going grey and we're pushing eighty
Till you're tired of my shit, or we're pushing daisies
We'll be rocking back and forth on chairs made for porches
Namin' horses
You make me slow down
Like a two-tone 'round an S-curve
You take a small town
And you make this old boy's wheels turn
There's a for sale sign off of highway 103
It's like God put it there in the ground for you and me
To start building fences 'round some acres
Pulling wildflowers just because
Picking paint out for a twelve stall
Baby, that's what your love does
Till our hair's going grey and we're pushing eighty
Till you're tired of my shit, or we're pushing daisies
We'll be rocking back and forth on chairs made for porches
Namin' horses
Yeah, we're namin' horses
There's one for me, one for you
One for the kids, and their kids too
Building fences 'round some acres
Pulling wildflowers just because
Picking paint out for a twelve stall
Baby, that's what your love does
Till our hair's going grey and we're pushing eighty
You're tired of my shit, or we're pushing daisies
We'll be rocking back and forth on chairs made for porches
Namin' horses
Yeah, we're namin' horses
