Yeah, she might know me
By the rowdy raise 'em up songs 'bout some honky tonkin'
Cold beer sunsets
Whitetails and blue-collar rednecks
She sees a goodtime
And nothin' but blue skies every time her blue eyes look into mine
She got the look that looks past one night
Like nothin's gonna change her mind

And she ain't heard the sad songs yet
'Bout the all night whiskey and the cigarettes
The long string of hearts I left cryin'
The rock bottom that I hit from flyin'
The ones about the messes I've made
And how it's hard for a man like me to change
I bet she'd run as far as she could get
'Cause she ain't heard the sad songs yet

And damn, she's a looker
The kind everybody back home would love if I took her
On a Sunday to meet my mama
Bet if I asked her right now she'd probably wanna

She ain't heard the sad songs yet
'Bout the all night whiskey and the cigarettes
The long string of hearts I left cryin'
The rock bottom that I hit from flyin'
The ones about the messes I've made
And how it's hard for a man like me to change
I bet she'd run as far as she could get
'Cause she ain't heard the sad songs yet
Ain't heard the sad songs yet

Hell, I don't know the kind of thing she looks for in a man
If she knew me would I even stand a chance

And she ain't heard the sad songs yet
'Bout the all night whiskey and the cigarettes
The long string of hearts I left cryin'
The rock bottom that I hit from flyin'
The ones about the messes I've made
And how it's hard for a man like me to change
I bet she'd run as far as she could get

Yeah, she ain't one of my lines about regret
But she ain't heard the sad songs yet
Ain't heard the sad songs yet
She ain't heard the sad songs yet

Copyright: Peermusic Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Brandon Lynn Kinney, Josh Thompson, Morgan Wallen