Stuck in Birmingham traffic
Seeing a Tennessee license plate
Like an overnight package
Addressed to me from yesterday
It's the first drop of whiskey
Or the last hit of a late-night high
No telling what'll hit me
When every little thing
Is something to remember you by
It don't take too much to get me thinking
About those nights, about those days
It don't take too much to send me back
To somewhere so real I can almost taste
Secondhand wine on your last call lips
With my two-step hand on your blue jean hip
Leaving with the one that I walked in with
Yeah, for me to go back to us, it don't take too much
Seems like it don't matter
How much time has passed us by
Or how many more chapters
This 'ole heart has tried to write
I hear a song out to the window
Just the intro, and you're in my mind
It ain't hard going down that road
When every little thing
Is something to remember you by
It don't take too much to get me thinking
About those nights, about those days
It don't take too much to send me back
To somewhere so real I can almost taste
Secondhand wine on your last call lips
With my two-step hand on your blue jean hip
Leaving with the one that I walked in with
Yeah, for me to go back to us, it don't take too much
If you picked up the phone
I'd pick up mine
It wouldn't have to ring
No more than one time
It don't take too much to get me thinking
About those nights, about those days
It don't take too much to send me back
To somewhere so real I can almost taste
Secondhand wine on your last call lips
With my two-step hand on your blue jean hip
Leaving with the one that I walked in with
Yeah, for me to go back to us, it don't take too much
Yeah, for me to go back to us
Yeah, for me to go back to us
Yeah, for me to go back to us
It don't take too much
