A cloudy day in
Lubbock is so rare and nice
You pray for it twice
recovering economist
A cloudy day in
Lubbock is so rare and nice
You pray for it twice
This song, Shotgun, By: George Ezra has become our family jam of the past few weeks.
We all belt it out karaoke when we get in the car. You should have seen us coming home from church the other day.
Careful though – it sticks in the head.
Lyrics after the jump.
Shotgun
By: George Ezra
Homegrown alligator, see you later
Gotta hit the road, gotta hit the road
Something changed in the atmosphere
Architecture unfamiliar
I could get used to this
Time flies by in the yellow and green
Stick around and you’ll see what I mean
There’s a mountaintop that I’m dreaming of
If you need me you know where I’ll be
I’ll be riding shotgun underneath the hot sun
Feeling like a someone (someone)
I’ll be riding shotgun underneath the hot sun
Feeling like a someone
We’re south of the Equator, navigator
Gotta hit the road, gotta hit the road
Deep sea diving ’round the clock, bikini bottoms, larger tops
I could get used to this
Time flies by in the yellow and green
Stick around and you’ll see what I mean
There’s a mountaintop that I’m dreaming of
If you need me you know where I’ll be
I’ll be riding shotgun underneath the hot sun
Feeling like a someone (someone)
I’ll be riding shotgun underneath the hot sun
Feeling like a someone
We got two in the front (hey)
Two in the back (hey)
Sailing along
And we don’t look back (back, back)
Time flies by in the yellow and green
Stick around and you’ll see what I mean
There’s a mountaintop that I’m dreaming of
If you need me you know where I’ll be
I’ll be riding shotgun underneath the hot sun
Feeling like a someone (someone)
I’ll be riding shotgun underneath the hot sun
Feeling like a someone
I’ll be riding shotgun underneath the hot sun
Feeling like a someone (someone)
I’ll be riding shotgun underneath the hot sun
Feeling like a someone, a someone, a someone, someone