Tim McGraw—Red Ragtop
By Jeff Kramer
I was twenty and she was eighteen
We were just about as wild as we were green in the ways of the world
She picked me up in that red ragtop
we were free of the folks and hiding from the cops
on a summer night, runnin all the red lights
we parked way out in a clearing in a grove
and the night was as hot as a coal burnin stove
we were cookin with gas, oh it had to last
in the back of that red ragtop
she said please don't stop
well the very first time her mother met me
her green-eyed girl had been a mother to be for two weeks
I was out of a job and she was in school
life was fast and the world was cruel
we were young and wild, we decided not to have a child
so we did what we did and we tried to forget
and we swore up and down there would be no regrets in the morning light
but on the way home that night
on the back of that red ragtop
she said please don't stop loving me
we took one more trip around the sun
and it was all make believe in the end
no I cant say where she is today
I cant remember who I was back then
well you do what you do and you pay for your sins
and there's no such thing as what might have been
that's a waste of time, drive you out of your mind
I was stopped at a red light just yesterday
beside a young girl in a cabriolet and her eyes were green
I was in an old scene
I was back in that red ragtop
on the day she stopped lovin' me
I was back in that red ragtop
on the day she stopped lovin' me