We got the moon, we got the stars
Aw, baby, it's my favorite kind of bar
I hear the crickets, wind in the trees
Yeah, they're probably talkin' 'bout you and me

You got your flannel, I got my boots
I got a guitar, you got your moves
You said, "Play me every single song you know"
And we got nowhere else to be, so here we go

Pour us up another couple shots of whiskey
Somethin' 'bout the way the moonlight is hittin'
Your blonde hair and green eyes
Yeah, I could do this all night
Throw another log on that fire with me
Ain't no one around us for miles
So we can stay as long as we want to
And watch the sky go from black back to blue, yeah, yeah

You got a hand I wanna hold
I got a cold beer bottle microphone
Yeah, if you keep on crackin' 'em, baby
I'll keep on drinkin' 'em
You keep on singin' 'em, baby
I'll keep on playin' 'em, baby

Pour us up another couple shots of whiskey
Somethin' 'bout the way the moonlight is hittin'
Your blonde hair and green eyes
Yeah, I could do this all night
Throw another log on that fire with me
Ain't no one around us for miles
So we can stay as long as we want to
And watch the sky go from black back to blue, yeah

Black back to blue
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Pour us up another couple shots of whiskey
Somethin' 'bout the way the moonlight is hittin'
Your blonde hair and green eyes
Yeah, I could do this all night
Throw another log on that fire with me
Ain't no one around us for miles
So we can stay as long as we want to
And watch the sky go from black back to blue (go back, go back, go back)

Black back to blue
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Black back to blue (go back, go back)
Black back to blue (I could do this all night)