True Believer Ronnie Milsap

Kickin' at the gravel in the parking lot
Runnin' cross the street to the record shop
Talkin' to my buddy 'bout some hip-hop tune
Hotter than a firework and it's still June

Sun's about to burn itself right outta the sky
Guess we'll all be lucky if we don't fry
And the preacher's baptizing at the river bend
Wash the dust off of Dixie start all over again

It was Saturday night and I swore I'd never leave her
We had the Hossman blastin' on the radio receiver
They say history plays tricks she's a real deceiver
She gave me something from her heart back then
Made me a true believer

Yeah, and I believed every little word we said
Whisper through the sycamores in my head
Did we really drive her daddy's truck across Dry Creek
Well, my hands started shakin' as my knees went weak

Then we pulled back in the woods and shut the headlights off
Aw, girl how'd you ever get your hair so soft
I can't see what I'm doin' don't know if I should
I can't see what I'm doin' Lord it sure feels good