Lifted

In a cloud of dust, I picked you up off your front porch My old truck was lifted That summer dress messing with my head Caught the wind just a little bit and lifted And it sure felt good (it sure felt good) You were holding my hand (you were holding my hand) Looking out over that hood (looking out over that hood) Singing John Mellencamp And we were high on nothing but living and loving Running down something called a dirt road dream Our own little world, one boy, one girl Seventeen and riding that sweet southern breeze Lifted, like a song from a choir Lifted, like a flame from a raging fire Lifted First kiss out under the stars I’ve kissed before but that ol’ bar was lifted New spot, we found my old guitar You’re dancing around with your arms lifted And you sang along like you’d never be gone And we were high on nothing but living and loving Running down something called a dirt road dream Our own little world, one boy, one girl Seventeen and riding that sweet southern breeze Lifted, like a prayer from a sinner Lifted, checkered flag, finish line for the winner Lifted And we were high on nothing but living and loving Running down something called a dirt road dream Our own little world, one boy, one girl Seventeen and riding that sweet southern breeze Lifted, like a sail in the wind Lifted, girl let’s go back again