

(slide
whistle)
Sun beating down on the gravel driveway
She's got the radio playing our song
Michelle is working in her own sweet way
Suds on the hood all afternoon long (yeah)
She's got her blue
bikini
on
Washin' her truck
till the dust is gone
Sippin' sweet ice tea
from a mason jar
Brightest thing
under the southern star
Water hose spraying a rainbow in the air
She wipes her brow and she looks my way
Wind blowing through her sun-bleached hair
Nothing else matters on a Saturday
She's got her blue
bikini on
Washin' her truck
till the dust is gone
Sippin' sweet ice tea
from a mason jar
Brightest thing
under the southern star
Ice tea cold
Truck shining bright
Yeah, Michelle