You 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 [bad word] That had a tendency of gettin stuck
On backroads at night
And I was right there beside him
All summer long
And then the time we woke up to find
That summerd 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 werent here
To see me like that
But in a box beneath my bed
Is a letter that you never read
From three summers back
Its hard not to find it all
little bitter sweet
And lookin back on all of that
Its nice to believe

[Repeat Chorce]

And Im back for the first time since then
Im standin on your street
And theres a letter left on your doorstep
And the first thing that youll read

Is when you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think my favorite song
Some day youll 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

You said the way my blue eyes shined
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
I said Thats a lie