Tim McGraw - Red Ragtop

I was 20 and she was 18 we were just about as wild as we were greenin the ways of the worldShe picked me up in that Red RagtopWe were free of the folksand hiding from the copson a summer nightrunning all the red lightsWe parked way out in a clearing in a groveand the night was as hot as a coal burning stovewe were cooking with gasOoh it had to lastIn the back of that Red RagtopShe said please