More songs by Thomas Rhett
Description
The sun lazily sinks towards the horizon, the air smells of something simple and real - wood, leather, river water. Somewhere nearby, a chair creaks, and on my knees lies a guitar, tired from songs but content. There is no rush in these words, only quiet anticipation: a house by the water, chairs on the veranda, a pair of grey hairs, and a world where sunsets are an official position and happiness is measured in spoonfuls of chilli and sips of beer.
This is what a dream sounds like without pathos - warm, lived-in, with a hint of humour in the voice. It's as if someone took the future, didn't embellish it with gold, but simply added love, faith and a little bit of Montana - for flavour.
Lyrics and translation
Original
We were sitting there on the porch on a Sunday afternoon.
We were soaking up the sun while we were waiting on the moon.
And she said, "Honey, when you quit singing and you put down that guitar, and you look into the future, tell me where we are.
" And I said, "I see me and you on a river, a little house with a couple of chairs. Homemade chili and cold beer for dinner.
We'll count the stars and the grays in our hair.
We'll spend our mornings walking with Jesus. We'll spend our evenings talking to God.
Close your eyes, baby, can't you see us watching sunsets like it's our job?
If I could paint a perfect picture,
I see me and you on a river. "
I'm thinking somewhere in Montana, but hell, anywhere would do.
As long as it's got your green eyes, baby, I know I'm gonna love the view.
And we'll have a couple of Palominos, teach the grandkids how to fish.
I know it seems like a long way off, but it's right around the bend.
And I said, "I see me and you on a river, a little house with a couple of chairs. Homemade chili and cold beer for dinner.
We'll count the stars and the grays in our hair.
And we'll spend our mornings walking with Jesus. We'll spend our evenings talking to God.
Close your eyes, baby, can't you see us watching sunsets like it's our job?
If I could paint a perfect picture, I'd see me and you on a river. "
Yeah, I see me and you on a river.
And when I run out of words that rhyme, you pick the spot and I pull the trigger.
I paint our names on a mailbox sign. And we'll spend our mornings walking with
Jesus. I'll kiss you slow when the daylight's gone.
Close your eyes, baby, can't you see us watching sunsets like it's our job?
If I could paint a perfect picture,
I'd see me and you on a river.
Oh, yeah, on a river.
English translation
We were sitting there on the porch on a Sunday afternoon.
We were soaking up the sun while we were waiting on the moon.
And she said, "Honey, when you quit singing and you put down that guitar, and you look into the future, tell me where we are.
" And I said, "I see me and you on a river, a little house with a couple of chairs. Homemade chili and cold beer for dinner.
We'll count the stars and the grays in our hair.
We'll spend our mornings walking with Jesus. We'll spend our evenings talking to God.
Close your eyes, baby, can't you see us watching sunsets like it's our job?
If I could paint a perfect picture,
I see me and you on a river. "
I'm thinking somewhere in Montana, but hell, anywhere would do.
As long as it's got your green eyes, baby, I know I'm gonna love the view.
And we'll have a couple of Palominos, teach the grandkids how to fish.
I know it seems like a long way off, but it's right around the bend.
And I said, "I see me and you on a river, a little house with a couple of chairs. Homemade chili and cold beer for dinner.
We'll count the stars and the grays in our hair.
And we'll spend our mornings walking with Jesus. We'll spend our evenings talking to God.
Close your eyes, baby, can't you see us watching sunsets like it's our job?
If I could paint a perfect picture, I'd see me and you on a river. "
Yeah, I see me and you on a river.
And when I run out of words that rhyme, you pick the spot and I pull the trigger.
I paint our names on a mailbox sign. And we'll spend our mornings walking with
Jesus. I'll kiss you slow when the daylight's gone.
Close your eyes, baby, can't you see us watching sunsets like it's our job?
If I could paint a perfect picture,
I'd see me and you on a river.
Oh, yeah, on a river.