Trucks To Drive

Lyrics

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 curfеws to miss And love to fall in Speakers to crank and beers to drank And god to thank whеn 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 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