Playing:
Taylor Swift - Tim McGraw
Tim McGraw
Taylor Swift
Picture To Burn
Taylor Swift
Teardrops On My Guitar
Taylor Swift
A Place In This World
Taylor Swift
Cold As You
Taylor Swift
The Outside
Taylor Swift
Tied Together With A Smile
Taylor Swift
Stay Beautiful
Taylor Swift
Should've Said No
Taylor Swift
Mary's Song (Oh My My My)
Taylor Swift
Our Song
Taylor Swift
I'm Only Me When I'm With You
Taylor Swift
Invisible
Taylor Swift
A Perfectly Good Heart
Taylor Swift
Teardrops On My Guitar (Pop Version)
Taylor Swift
He said the way my blue eyes shined
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
I said, "That's a lie"
Just a boy in a Chevy truck
That had a tendency of gettin' stuck
On back roads at night
And I was right there beside him all summer long
And then the time we woke up to find that summer gone
But when you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think my favorite song
The one we danced to all night long
The moon like a spotlight on the lake
When you think happiness
I hope you think that little black dress
Think of my head on your chest
And my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think of me
September saw a month of tears
And thankin' God that you weren't here
To see me like that
But in a box beneath my bed
Is a letter that you never read
From three summers back
It's hard not to find it all a little bitter sweet
And lookin' back on all of that, it's nice to believe
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think my favorite song
The one we danced to all night long
The moon like a spotlight on the lake
When you think happiness
I hope you think that little black dress
Think of my head on your chest
And my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think of me
And I'm back for the first time since then
I'm standin' on your street
And there's a letter left on your doorstep
And the first thing that you'll read is:
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think my favorite song
Someday you'll turn your radio on
I hope it takes you back to that place
When you think happiness
I hope you think that little black dress
Think of my head on your chest
And my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think of me
Oh, think of me
Mmmm
He said the way my blue eyes shined
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
I said, "That's a lie"