Yeah, I bet that shotgun headrest still smells like my shampoo
 
 That messed up tape deck's still stuck playing that mix I made for you
 
 Yeah, that's my strawberry wine stain
 
 My nail polish on the tailgate
 
 So much of me left I bet you must get déja vu
 
 
 When you're runnin' around in that stick shift Chevy
 
 I bet it drives you crazy
 
 Thinking about us on every
 
 Other back road, baby
 
 You got someone new on your bench seat
 
 Trying to forget me lately
 
 But my memory's stuck
 
 So good luck
 
 Trying to get me out of that truck
 
 
 So go on touch that paint up where I scratched the driver's side
 
 That won't take back all our weekend for no reason rides
 
 Yeah, I bet the left side of the flatbed
 
 Will always be mine in your head
 
 Even though it's not me counting stars with you tonight
 
 
 When you're running around in that stick shift Chevy
 
 I bet it drives you crazy
 
 Thinking about us on every
 
 Other back road, baby
 
 You got someone new on your bench seat
 
 Trying to forget me lately
 
 But my memory's stuck
 
 So good luck
 
 Trying to get me out of that truck, yeah
 
 
 Ooh, you can shine it up, you can clean it out
 
 Spin those tires all over town
 
 When the music's up and the window's down
 
 I'm the one you're thinkin' 'bout
 
 
 My Silverado silhouette
 
 Still shotgun riding in your head
 
 
 So when you're runnin' around in that stick shift Chevy
 
 I bet it drives you crazy
 
 Thinking about us on every
 
 Other back road, baby
 
 You got someone new on your bench seat
 
 Trying to forget me lately
 
 But my memory's stuck
 
 So good luck
 
 Trying to get me out of that truck
 
 Mmm
 
 
 My Silverado silhouette
 
 Still shotgun riding in your head