Sunrise in Her Hair

Chorus

I think she smell the bacon

Sunrise in her hair

Boots by the old dirt road

She always finds me there

Post-Chorus

Whistle, whistle, whistle loud

Whistle, whistle, proud

Verse 2

Smoke curls above the pines

Coffee warming slow

She cracks a crooked smile

Says, boy, you ready to go

Pre-Chorus

And the morning calls our names

Rolling laughter on the plains

Chorus

I think she smell the bacon

Sunrise in her hair

Boots by the old dirt road

She always finds me there

Post-Chorus

Whistle, whistle, whistle loud

Whistle, whistle, proud