Mhm-mhm-mhm-mhm
Mhm-mhm-mhm-mhm-mhm-mhm
Mhm-mhm-mhm-mhm-mhm

We can go wherever we want
The plains, the sand, the salt, the dust
You can say whatever you want
I don't care I'm already gone
We could drive a mile down the road
To get a drink or two, you know

Simple thing, I don't need much to like, I find
And I, and I guess I don't cry

It's a simple thing we're all afraid and shy away
Now I find
I guess I don't shy
I guess I don't shy

Mhm-mhm-mhm-mhm-mhm
Mhm-mhm-mhm-mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm

I guess that I don't cry (ooh)
I guess that I don't shy (ooh)

Mhm-mhm-mhm-mhm
Mhm-mhm-mhm-mhm-mhm-mhm
Mhm-mhm-mhm-mhm-mhm