King Ranch Nights

On a Friday night I was just driving

Seeing my old friends again

Every place I go riding

Roping cattle out in the wind

I'm just driving my old worn out truck

That classic King Ranch pickup we love

Yeah, we're living like old-fashioned stuff

Under the starry sky above

Drinking cold beers with my friends

Dust on the dash,

gravel on the road

Every memory

is worth its weight in gold

Where the horses run,

where the fences end

I'm finding my way back home again

I'm just driving my old worn out truck

That classic King Ranch pickup we love

Yeah, we're living like old-fashioned stuff

Under the starry sky above

Drinking cold beers with my friends

Just driving my old truck...

Yeah,

drinking cold beers with my friends... (hmmmm)