I’m A Fan – Granger Smith

I’m a fan of a 3-on-a-tree two-tone Chevrolet
I’m a fan of a Friday night right after I get paid
I’m a fan of Wrangler jeans and scuffed up Red Wing boots
Just like I’m a fan of you

I’m a fan of the barber shop, the broken feed store caps
Rolling around with the windows down
The smell of fresh-cut grass
I’m a fan of a rocking chair Sunday afternoon
Just like I’m a fan of

Holding you tight all-nighters
You set my heart on fire
Every touch taking me higher, woah
You’re the star of my rock show
I’m lighter lit in that front row
Yelling play it again, don’t want it to end
Loving everything you do
I’m a fan of you
I’m a fan of you

First time I laid eyes on you
My heart bought the ticket
You fell for my country ways
And the crazy that came wit hit
One look at you with them baby blues
And my turned on turns way up
Baby I’m a fan of

Holding you tight all-nighters
You set my heart on fire
Every touch taking me higher, woah
You’re the star of my rock show
I’m lighter lit in that front row
Yelling play it again, don’t want it to end
Loving everything you do
I’m a fan of you

Loving me
Everything you do baby
‘Cause I’m a fan of

Holding you tight all-nighters
You set my heart on fire
Every touch taking me higher, woah
You’re the star of my rock show
I’m lighter lit in that front row
Yelling play it again, don’t want it to end
Loving everything you do
I’m a fan of you
I’m a fan of you
I’m a fan of you