Hit The Ground Runnin’

Well if you ever said goodbye
I wouldn't waste all of my time cryin'
I wouldn't sit home alone wondering where I went wrong
I'd be rockin' on out of here
Baby, faster than a rolling tear
Ain't no grass gonna grow under me when you're gone
No, I won't stay down for long

I'd hit the ground
I'd hit the ground runnin'
I know exactly what I'd do, honey
I'd hit the ground
I'd hit the ground runnin'
I'd hit the ground runnin' after you

Yeah Woo

I'm gonna stop in ...
For a couple things I gotta pick up
Like some pretty red flowers and a store bought card
That say what I really feel
That I need ya' and I always will
And the three little words that used to come hard
Then I jump in back in my car and then

I'd hit the ground
I'd hit the ground runnin'
I know exactly what I'd do
I'd hit the ground
I'd hit the ground runnin'
I'd hit the ground runnin' after you
There ain't no doubt, I ain't that proud
There ain't no doubt about what I'd do
I'd hit the ground
Hit the ground
Hit the ground runnin' after you, yes, I would, woo

So if you gotta go baby, I won't stop you
And I won't sit around and miss you, no , no , no
'Cuz if you leave I'm - a - comin' with you
Comin' with you, baby

I'd hit the ground
I'd hit the ground runnin'
I know exactly what I'd do, sugar
I'd hit the ground
I'd hit the ground runnin'
I'd hit the ground runnin' after you
There ain't no doubt, I ain't that proud
There ain't no doubt about what I'd do
I'd hit the ground

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