Trans-Am, t-top`s down.
Red-light in my home town.
Nothin` to do, just cruisin` around,
With a couple of my best friends.
So he pulls up in this blue Mustang.
Finest thing we`d ever seen.
All cowboy`d up in his hat `n jeans.
Only one thing to do when he pulled away.
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We went flyin` down the interstate,
Chasin` those Texas plates.
Seventeen, we couldn`t wait,
To see where the road might lead.
Not a care in the whole wide world,
Just three Oklahoma girls,
Wantin` a piece of the Lone Star state,
Chasin` those Texas plates.
Blue left tread, cowboy fender:
Texas flag on top of that.
He looked like the kinda man,
You can`t take home to Mama.
He went slow for a couple of miles,
Flashin` lights an` tradin` smiles.
Then he stepped on the gas an` he waved goodbye,
An` we couldn`t catch up but we had to try.
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We went flyin` down the interstate,
Chasin` those Texas plates.
Seventeen, we couldn`t wait,
To see where the road might lead.
Not a care in the whole wide world,
Just three Oklahoma girls,
Wantin` a piece of the Lone Star state,
Chasin` those Texas plates.
Oh yeah.
We were flyin`.
An` I still love to remember,
That Trans-Am and that summer.
And just how good it felt.....
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When we went flyin` down the interstate,
Chasin` those Texas plates.
Seventeen, couldn`t wait,
To see where the road might lead.
Not a care in the whole wide world,
Just three Oklahoma girls,
Wantin` a piece of the Lone Star state,
Chasin` those Texas plates.