"Drop Of July" lyrics

Backseat, barefeet
Barely old enough to buy our own drinks

We had sweet summertime on the radio
Rainbow flip flops shifting down forty
It was doors off the jeep round Wrightsville Beach
Well whiskey nights melting into mornings

She came in like that hurricane she had in her hand
Blonde hair tied back in that bandana man
Too young to call it love yet, but I can't lie
And it damn sure felt a helluva lot like

Backseat, barefeet
Barely old enough to buy our own drinks
Sunburn, salt kiss
She was burnin' hotter than the summer sun did
I was pedal-down real world, she was headed back to college
We were running out of sand in that hour glass to August
I'd do it all again like I do in my mind
Nah, I wouldn't save a sip, I'd drink every last drop of July
Drop of July

Those star striped bottoms hanging off of her hips
That second hand Coppertone still on my lips
A rush of her touch and the sound of the tide
And that never stop never stop look in her eyes

And the backseat, barefeet
Barely old enough to buy our own drinks
Sunburn, salt kiss
She was burnin' hotter than the summer sun did
I was pedal-down real world, she was headed back to college
We were running out of sand in that hour glass to August
I'd do it all again like I do in my mind
Nah, I wouldn't save a sip, I'd drink every last drop of July
Drop of July

She came in like that hurricane she had in her hand
Blonde hair tied back in that bandana man
Too young to call it love, but the years flew by
And it damn sure felt a helluva lot like

Backseat, barefeet
Barely old enough to buy our own drinks
Sunburn, salt kiss
She was burnin' hotter than the summer sun did
I was pedal-down real world, she was headed back to college
We were running out of sand in that hour glass to August
Yeah, I'd do it all again like I do in my mind
Nah, I wouldn't save a sip, I'd drink every last drop of July
I'd drink every last drop of July
I'd drink every last drop of July