Text: Brad Paisley. American Saturday Night. I Hope That's Me.

Somebody's gotta scratch your back
The places you can't reach
Say something that'll make you laugh
That's exactly what you need
And I hope that's me, I hope that's me

Somebody's gonna get dressed up
And take you out for valentine's
Get lots of jealous looks
Thinking that's one lucky guy
And I hope that's me, I hope that's me

And you, you keep on wondering who
Is gonna love you like I already do
And I keep wondering when you'll see
That eventually

Somebody's gonna throw on a coat
When your fever hits a hundred and two
Go down and pick your prescription up
And come home and fix you soup
And I hope that's me, I hope that's me

Somebody's gonna buy a ring
Somebody's gonna make you cry
Somebody's gonna lift that veil
And get to look into your eyes
And I hope that's me, I hope that's me

'Cause you, you keep on wondering who
Is gonna love you like I already do
And I keep wondering when you'll see
Maybe eventually

Old man on a front porch swing
Looking back on his long life
Glass of ice tea in his hand
Other arm around his wife

I hope that's you, I hope that's me
I hope that's you and I hope that's me
I hope that's you and I hope that's me
I hope that's you, and I hope that's me
I hope that's me