Silverado Saturday Night

Those horses need to run like wheels need to roll Where that rubber meets a red dirt road I need your kiss like a cooler needs cans Like your body needs my two hands So, baby, climb on up and slide on in High as a kite, feeling free as the wind Find that buckle next to me in the middle You can grind my gears But don't you play me like a fiddle We can tie one on and come unwound Turn up the heat when the sun goes down No, they don't call it a truck bed for nothing Yeah, you know that's right Nothing's better than a Silverado Saturday night Got money to burn like gas in the tank Got the perfect spot there down by the bank Got my old Zebco with a ten pound line So kick off your boots, now it's time to shine So, baby, climb on up and slide on in High as a kite, feeling free as the wind Find that buckle next to me in the middle You can grind my gears But don't you play me like a fiddle We can tie one on and come unwound Turn up the heat when the sun goes down No, they don't call it a truck bed for nothing Yeah, you know that's right Nothing's better than a Silverado Saturday night Naw, there's nothing's better than a Silverado Saturday night It's just you and me underneath the moon We'll be dancing with the stars Yeah, I'll show you what they mean When they sing about fishing in the dark So, baby, climb on up (climb on up) and slide on in (slide on in) High as a kite, feeling free as the wind Find that buckle next to me in the middle You can grind my gears But don't you play me like a fiddle We can tie one on and come unwound Turn up the heat when the sun goes down No, they don't call it a truck bed for nothing Yeah, you know that's right Nothing's better than a Silverado They don't call it a truck bed for nothing Yeah, you know that's right Nothing's better than a Silverado They don't call it a truck bed for nothing Yeah, you know that's right Nothing's better than a Silverado Saturday night Silverado Saturday night