[verse 1] Thought that I was safe down in new orleans 'til I picked up a quarter from 1979 Stuck it in the back pocket of these jeans Worn in boyfriend button down levis In the saints town I can't seem to figure out How to get around, but I ain't moving on Threw the quarter in an old street case And I'll be damned He started playing our song
[chorus] Six degrees of separation You're all over this damn nation But I'm out of your [?] But you still find a way to get a hold on me And it's six degrees of separation
[verse 2] Hailed a cab up in nyc Saw an ad for a litigation Lawyer on a bus stop bench Sitting waiting for the red light To turn green Smoke-breakers flirting on the steps of [?] Hit the roosevelt, took it to the 12th Got a funny feeling As I put my key in the door Never seen the likes of these city lofts I swear to god, son I've been here before
[chorus] Six degrees of separation You're all over this damn nation I'm out of your [?] You still find a way to get a hold on me And it's six degrees of separation
Well, it's six degrees of separation Yeah, it's six degrees of separation
[outro] Thought that I was safe down in new orleans 'til I picked up a quarter from 1979
Compositores: Miranda Lambert, Natalie Hemby, Nicolle Galyon