Point At You - Justin Moore

I’ve always been one of them boys

Rolling around in jacked up toys

Making noise on small town Friday nights

Red light running, good time chasing

Guess I’ve earned this reputation

Probably never shake it but that’s alright

I’ve got a rough side, a wild side

At least a country mile wide

A fighting side after a few

If they want to see my sweet side

My soft side, my best side

I just point at you

Yea, point at you

Girl I ain’t sure just what it is

That’s got me all tore up like this

Your kiss done melted down this heart of stone

I still like to get a little crazy

But something about your loving baby

It breaks me down and makes me want to haul ass home

I’ve got a rough side, a wild side

At least a country mile wide

A fighting side after a few

If they want to see my sweet side

My soft side, my best side

I just point at you

Point at you, yea

Oh girl I wouldn’t blame ya if you tried to change me

Lord knows I’m hard to hold

But I guess you kinda like all of my sides

And I ain’t letting you go

Cause my best side is holding me close

Point at you, yeah

I’ve got a rough side, a wild side

At least a country mile wide

A fighting side after a few

If they want to see my sweet side

My soft side, my best side

I just point at you

Oh baby, I just point at you

Yeah girl

Girl I point at you

Oh babe my best side is you

Girl I point at you