You said the way my blue eyes shined,
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night.
I said: "That's a lie."
Just a boy in a Chevy truck,
That had a tendency of gettin' stuck,
On backroads at night.
An' I was right there beside him all summer long.
An' then the time we woke up to find that summer'd gone.

But when you think: Tim McGraw,
I hope you think my favorite song.
The one we danced to all night long:
The moon like a spotlight on the lake.
When you think happiness,
I hope you think: "That little black dress."
Think of my head on your chest,
An' my old faded blue jeans.
When you think Tim McGraw,
I hope you think of me.

September saw a month of tears,
An' thankin' God that you weren't here,
To see me like that.
But in a box beneath my bed,
Is a letter that you never read,
From three summers back.
It's hard not to find it all a little bitter sweet,
An' lookin' back on all of that, it's nice to believe:

When you think: Tim McGraw,
I hope you think my favorite song.
The one we danced to all night long:
The moon like a spotlight on the lake.
When you think happiness,
I hope you think: "That little black dress."
Think of my head on your chest,
An' my old faded blue jeans.
When you think Tim McGraw,
I hope you think of me.

And I'm back for the first time since then:
I'm standin' on your street,
An' there's a letter left on your doorstep,
An' the first thing that you'll read:

Is: "When you think: Tim McGraw,
"I hope you think my favorite song."
Some day you'll turn your radio on,
I hope it takes you back to that place.
When you think happiness,
I hope you think: "That little black dress."
Think of my head on your chest,
An' my old faded blue jeans.
When you think Tim McGraw,
I hope you think of me.
Oh, think of me,
Mmmm.

You said the way my blue eyes shined,
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night.
I said: "That's a lie."