BARE-SKIN RUNNING THROUGH A DOWNPOUR
JUST TO MEET ME IN THE DRIVE
JUMPS UP, WRAPS HERSELF AROUND ME
THAT’S JUST HER WAY OF SAYING HI
JUST BEYOND HER BEADED DOORWAY
I TRAVEL BACK IN TIME
MAKING LOVE RIGHT THERE IN HER BEAN BAG CHAIR
LIKE IT’S 1969
SHE’S A BLACK AND WHITE TV WITH NO REMOTE CONTROL
BELL BOTTOM BLUE JEANS FROM THE THRIFT STORE
SHE’S A PEACE SIGN STICKER ON A SOLDIER’S PATCH
SHE’S MY THROWBACK, THROWBACK
SHE’S A PAIR OF BARE FEET WALKING THRU A FIELD OF DAISIES
JANICE JOPLIN’S WILD CHILD STRUMMING ON HER UKULELE
I SWEAR THE SOUL OF A GYPSY GOT TRAPPED
IN MY PRETTY LITTLE THROWBACK
HEY EYES AIN’T BURIED IN SOME CELL PHONE
AND EVERYTIME THEY LOCK WITH MINE
JUST LIKE THE OLD BLACK VINYL RECORDS SHE PLAYS
KEEPS MY HEART SKIPPING ALL THE TIME
(REPEAT CHORUS)
SHE’S A LONG LOST WAY OF LIVING
FROM A BETTER SIMPLIER TIME
JUST WHAT MY WORLD’S BEEN MISSING
YEAH, WHAT’S ON MY MIND IS
A PAIR OF BARE FEET WALKING THRU A FIELD OF DAISIES
JANICE JOPLIN’S WILD CHILD STRUMMING ON HER UKULELE
I COULD SWEAR THE SOUL OF A GYPSY GOT TRAPPED
IN MY PRETTY LITTLE THROWBACK
Writers: Eric Moore / Ruben Estevez
Eric Luckey Moore 
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