American Saturday Night,3 mins, 41 secs
Brad Paisley
Somebody's gotta scratch your back, the places you can't reach
Say something that'll make you laugh, when that's exactly what you need,
And I hope that's me, I hope that's me.
Somebody's gonna get dressed up and take you out for Valentine's,
Get lots of jealous looks, thinking that's one lucky guy,
And I hope that's me, I hope that's me.
And you,
You keep on wondering who,
Is gonna love you like I already do,
And I keep wondering when you'll see, that eventually.
Somebody's gotta throw on a coat
When your fever hits a hundred and two,
Go down and pick your prescription up,
And come home and fix you soup,
And I hope that's me, I hope that's me.
Somebody's gonna buy a ring,
Somebody's gonna make you cry,
Somebody's gonna lift that veil,
And get to look into your eyes,
And I hope that's me, I hope that's me.
Cause you, you keep on wondering who,
Is gonna love you like I already do,
And I keep wondering when you'll see,
Maybe eventually.
Old man on a front porch swing,
Looking back on his long life,
Glass of ice tea in his hand,
Other arm around his wife.
And I hope that's you, I hope that's me.
I hope that's you, and I hope that's me.
I hope that's you, and I hope that's me.
I hope that's you, and I hope that's me.
I hope that's me.
Written by CHRIS DUBOIS, BRAD PAISLEY, TIM OWENS
Published by BUG MUSIC
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