More songs by Lanie Gardner
Description
Summer is where the air smells of grapevines, grasshoppers give free concerts, and the only concern is whether there are enough flat stones to skip across the water. The world rushes by, pressing down with speed and noise, but there is a proven recipe: slow down, settle down on the old bed of a pickup truck, pour something cool into a glass, and remember that happiness can actually exist without Wi-Fi. A little paradise in the moonlight, a couple of “horses” worth holding on to, and it immediately becomes clear that the good life has always been somewhere between two-track roads and a chorus of crickets.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Skippin’ flat rocks
Most of our days were hotter than a July blacktop
We were skippin’ them flat rocks
Oh them truck beds
We were sittin’ and kissin’ and sippin’ on them old truck beds
And we love that
When you miss them crickets singin’
And you can’t hear that river roll
When this big old world gets a bit too fast
Come on back to what you know
Make a little love, make a little time
Make a little small town heaven in the moonlight
Little bit of this, little bit of that
You just slow your roll
Take a deep breath, take a long ride
Take a sip of what’s comin’ through the grapevine
Pick a two-lane, and pull back the reigns
And just hold, hold your horses
Hold your horses
That’s how we grew up
Happy with what we had and if you knew us
Well that’s how we grew up
We grew up bored so we grew up good
I hate that I left my neck of the woods
I got a few tricks up my back home sleeve
To bring out the me I need
Make a little love, make a little time
Make a little small town heaven in the moonlight
Little bit of this, little bit of that
You just slow your roll
Take a deep breath, take a long ride
Take a sip of what’s comin’ through the grapevine
Pick a two-lane, and pull back the reigns
And just hold, hold your horses
When you miss them crickets singin’
And you can’t hear that river roll
When this big old world gets a bit too fast
Come on back to what you know
Make a little love, make a little time
Make a little small town heaven in the moonlight
Little bit of this, little bit of that
You just slow your roll
Take a deep breath, take a long ride
Take a sip of what’s comin’ through the grapevine
Pick a two-lane, and pull back the reigns
And just hold, hold your horses