We always said ain't nothin' in this world you and me couldn't figure out So I cranked it up, came down here to work it out I knew you'd be out here sippin', hangin 'round Been waitin' on you to quit talkin' in the corner with some new guy Just kinda figured you'd be tellin' him goodbye That you'd still be comin' home with me tonight
Why you gettin' in his truck, girl? Are you really givin' up, girl? Thought you'd be sittin' here missin' what we had And I'd come to this bar and get you back I don't understand, girl, we had all of these plans, girl If you're my Sunday shotgun queen and I'm your whole world Then why you gettin' in his truck, girl?
You always said that you loved my '94 sunburnt Chevy Old school cool when you ridе around with me So what's different now? 'Causе I can't seem to figure out
Why you gettin' in his truck, girl? Are you really givin' up, girl? Thought you'd be sittin' here missin' what we had And I'd come to this bar and get you back I don't understand, girl, we had all of these plans, girl If you're my Sunday shotgun queen and I'm your whole world Then why you gettin' in his truck, girl? Why you gettin' in his truck, girl?
Why you walkin' out of this bar, hangin' onto his arm? Why you leavin' me standin' here, fallin' apart? Why you with him, girl? You're supposed to be my girl
So why you gettin' in his truck, girl? Are you really givin' up, girl? Thought you'd be sittin' here missin' what we had And I'd come to this bar and get you back I don't understand, girl, we had all of these plans, girl If you're my Sunday shotgun queen and I'm your whole world Why you gettin' in his truck, girl?
You're supposed to be my girl
Compositores: Josh Ross, Johnny Gates, Mason Thornley & Jared Griffin