You see the bobber droppin′ while you're poppin′ the top on a cold beer

And you bust through the mud in your old truck in low gear

It's shotguns, bird dogs, buddies and 12 ounce curlsAlong comes a girl

You're spittin′ and swearin′

In the jeans you been wearing for two weeks

Paycheck weekend, hard core drinkin' and no sleep

Playing by the rules you made in a country boys world

Along comes a girl

You′re losing track of time on a front porch swing

Writin' love songs on your six-string

If she ain′t lighting up your phone you just let it ring

She got you falling' like a star from the bluegrass sky

Trippin′ on a kiss on a Friday night

Hidin' in the clouds with her on a midnight high

Along comes a girl

Never thought you'd be breaking an iron out on a new shirt

Or singing along to "I Saw The Light" in an old church

Let alone taking out a twenty-year loan for a piece of your own dirt

Along comes a girl

You′re losing track of time on a front porch swing

Writing′ love songs on your six-string

If she ain't lighting up your phone you just let it ring

She got you falling′ like a star from the bluegrass sky

Trippin' on a kiss on a Friday night

Hidin′ in the clouds with her on a midnight high

Along comes a girl

She got you falling' like a star from the bluegrass sky

Trippin′ on a kiss on a Friday night

Hidin' in the clouds with her on a midnight high

Along comes a girl

Along comes a girl