Boots, Banter, and Breakfast

Well, he rolls out of bed with a sideways grin

Says, baby, you're trouble, and I laugh again

He cooks up the morning, I pour the coffee slow

We bicker and we tease, but we both know

He's my man, my best mistake

The kind of love that makes the whole house shake

The crack of a laughin' at the mess we make

Two hearts wild, no rules to fake

He's got my back and I've got his too

Sing out all truth under the moon

Through muddy roads and a summer sky

We talk real loud, let the world roll by

He throws me a look and I throw one back

Likes two old jokes on a worn-out track

When the day gets hard, we stand our ground

Turn every hurt into a hometown sound

Ain't it funny how love can be

A little bit wild and a little bit free?

We don't need perfect, just honesty

And a place to be, exactly me

He's my man, my best mistake

The kind of love that makes the whole house shake

We crack up laughing at the mess we make

Two hearts wild

No rules to fate

He's got my back

And I've got his too

We sing our old truth under the moon