Can't Get Nothin' Done - Tate Stevens

Got a zero-turn John Deere gassed up sittin' right there

Cup holder cold beer in case I get hot

Five gallon can of paint and a picket fence callin' my name

Old truck in the driveway sure needs a wash

Then you come walking

I can’t help but stop and stare

You give me that look, you know that look

Like, «Baby, come over here»

Just one kiss, maybe one more

Baby, next thing you know

We’re sitting on a swing, doing our thing

While the sun disappears

It’s no wonder I can’t get nothin' done around here

All my friends come by, see that grass knee high

Bet they’re all wonderin' why I let it get like that

I bet they think I’m lazy, oh, if they saw you baby

Smiling at me that way, maybe they’d understand

Then you come walking

I can’t help but stop and stare

You give me that look, you know that look

Like, «Baby, come over here»

Just one kiss, maybe one more

Baby, next thing you know

We’re sitting on a swing, doing our thing

While the sun disappears

It’s no wonder I can’t get nothin' done around here

Oh, I love wasting my time like this

Never crossin' nothin' off my list

Then you come walking

I can’t help but stop and stare

You give me that look, you know that look

Like, «Baby, come over here»

Just one kiss, maybe one more

Baby, next thing you know

We’re sitting on a swing, doing our thing

While the sun disappears

It’s no wonder I can’t get nothin' done around here

Can’t get nothin' done around here

Oh no

I really should go paint that fence, baby

It feels good up here on this swing though