"Trucks To Drive (Remix)" lyrics
"Trucks To Drive (Remix)"
(feat. Jenna Paulette)
Friday night, coming on sundown
Anything can happen in the summer in a small town
Ain't no doubt there's freedom in the air
And a party out in a field somewhere
Y'all be safe from his old man
I love your mama and a screen door slam
Gravel to sling and time to waste
Moons to howl at and hell to raise
Speakers to crank and beers to drank
And God to thank when he cuts it close
Words to swear and jeans to tear
And boots to wear and fast to go
Girls to chase mistakes to make
And roads to ride
And boys got trucks to drive
She's got heartbreak eyes and a t-shirt tied on
Stars to count and a hood to lie on
A buzzin' phone, a buddy's calling
There's curfews to miss
And love to fall in
Speakers to crank and beers to drank
And God to thank when he cuts it close
Words to swear and jeans to tear
And boots to wear and fast to go
Girls to chase mistakes to make
And roads to ride
And boys got trucks to drive
All the boys got trucks to drive
There's gas to burn and gears to shift
Years to fly and life to live
Speakers to crank and beers to drank
And God to thank when he cuts it close
Words to swear and jeans to tear
And boots to wear and fast to go
Girls to chase mistakes to make
And roads to ride
And boys got trucks to drive
And boys got trucks to drive
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