Cold Beer, Loud Truck

Friday sun is sinking

low on the ridge

I'm pulling up slow

by the county line bridge

I got my pride parked

on thirty-five inch tires

Slick paint reflecting the bonfire fires

I dial up the frequency to hear that country sound

We're throwing dust up all over this town

(oh yeah)

I like a pretty girl riding shotgun seat

I love a cold glass bottle sweating in the heat

I got a jacked up truck with a stereo loud

We're making every single heartbeat proud

(gimme one more beer)

She's looking like a vision

in her denim blue

Reaching for the dial,

singing something true

We pop another top

under the canopy

Nothing on this earth feels better to me

I like a pretty girl riding shotgun seat

I love a cold glass bottle sweating in the heat

I got a jacked up truck with a stereo loud

We're making every single heartbeat proud (yeah!)

Just a sweet girl,

a cold drink,

and my ride...

Let that sub bass shake the countryside (mhmm)