Tim McGraw

I hope you think my favorite song

I hope you think of me
Think of my head on your chest
And then the time we woke up to find
That had a tendency of gettin' stuck
All summer long
You said the way my blue eyes shined
When you think Tim McGraw

From three summers back
The moon like a spotlight on the lake
And thankin' God that you weren't here
When you think happiness
And my old faded blue jeans
Oh, think of me, mmm
To see me like that
When you think Tim McGraw

The one we danced to all night long
And lookin' back on all of that

When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think of me
But in a box beneath my bed
Is a letter that you never read

When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think that little black dress
I hope you think that little black dress
The one we danced to all night long
The moon like a spotlight on the lake
It's hard not to find it all
When you think happiness
Just a boy in a Chevy truck
When you think happiness
September saw a month of tears
It's nice to believe
Think of my head on your chest

I hope you think my favorite song
Some day you'll turn your radio on

Think of my head on your chest
And my old faded blue jeans

I'm standin' on your street
I hope it takes you back to that place
And the first thing that you'll read
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
But when you think Tim McGraw
I said, "That's a lie"
And my old faded blue jeans

On backroads at night
Is when you think Tim McGraw
A little bitter sweet

I hope you think that little black dress
I hope you think of me
And I was right there beside him
I hope you think my favorite song
And there's a letter left on your doorstep
That summer'd gone
And I'm back for the first time since then