Singing About That Cherry Tree

Kicking up dust on a Friday night. The crowd's fired up under neon

lights. But my mind drifts back where it all began, cherry tree shade

and your hand in my hand. You spun around in that summer breeze.

Laughing like you owned the whole county. Now crank that volume,

let it shake the ground. 'Cause every time those redbuds come around.

I'm right back there with you next to me. Tailgate love under that cherry tree.

Hands up high, let the whole world see. Yeah, that's where my

heart still loves to be. Turn it up, let it ring, let it set