Overtime - Breeze of the Summertime

Show me a dirt road, let's leave that city behind.
Call up my friends to hell if we blend in let's have a good time.

I got a brand new hideaway that the city hasn't overrun.
In the backwoods balling by my favorite creek bottom got my pretty little thing with me.
Call up my boys tell 'em load up them toys I'm loving this summertime.
Living that life and it feels so right, never let it go to waste.
Roll the windows down, play the radio loud.
Driving down the road rolling on and on and on.

I just wanna go my way with the windows down and the radio loud, with a pretty little thing in my four wheel drive going 90 miles an hour with the breeze of the summertime.
I just wanna sit right here with my tailgate down and my boys right there, and light up the night like the 4th of July have it all go down with the breeze of the summertime.

So maybe baby we can make a memory make a wrong turn and end up in Tennessee, Alabama, Georgia maybe north Carolina, I don't really care as long as they can't find us.
Show me a dirt road let's leave that city behind, call up my friends to hell if we blend let's have a good time.

I just wanna go my way with the windows down and the radio loud, with a pretty little thing in my four wheel drive going 90 miles an hour with the breeze of the summertime.
I just wanna sit right here with my tailgate down and my boys right there, and light up the night like the 4th of July have it all go down with the breeze of the summertime.

I just wanna sit right here with my tailgate down and my boys right there, and light up the night like the 4 of July have it all go down with the breeze of the summertime.

Written by:
TYLER SANT

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