If she likes a ball cap and faded out boots
And a boy who won't forget his roots
If she likes mud tires and she likes bonfires
Well I've got room for two
I got a single cab waiting out back
33s and she's worn out black
Just finished a 7 to 5 and it's just about time
For me to crush a cold Bud Light
I throw my boots on and grab my hat
Climb in and put my foot to the mat
I'm headed to Salem to listen to Waylon with the boys off of the 8th line
If she likes a ball cap and faded out boots
And a boy who won't forget his roots
If she likes mud tires and she likes bonfires
Well I've got room for two
I met this girl from down the street
Little blue eyes staring at me
She said I know a spot I like a lot
I took her hand and said come on let's go
She's wearing cut off Levi's
And a beat up band t shirt
I asked her what's your type
She just held me tight
I didn't even have to say a word
If you like a ball cap and faded out boots
And a boy who won't forget his roots
If you like mud tires and you like bonfires
Honey I've got room for two yeah
Now the years have rolled on by
I look at her there by my side
And said what made you stay all of these days
She said boy you oughta know by now
I like a ball cap and faded out boots
And boy who won't forget his roots
I like mud tires and I like bonfires
That sure sounds a lot like you
Yeah she likes a ball cap and faded out boots
And a boy who won't forget his roots
Yeah she likes mud tires and she likes bonfires
And she filled up my room for two
She filled up my room for two
Yeah she filled up my room for two yeah
Yeah she filled up my room for two
