Zach Bryan - Oklahoma Smokeshow

Go on and put on that dress that all the bad boys like
I know your daddy ain't home, so ride with me tonight
You always wind up here, in a puddle of tears
Them boys are out and they're angry and they're lookin' for blood
In the back of a blue old pick up truck
You've got nowhere to go, although you're all gussied up
There's so much whiskey in his Coke it'll make her nose bend
But she swears that his love is a damn God-send
She ain't known God since she was a child