Friday night

Backwoods we outta town, jacked up bow tie sippin on that apple crown, dirt road living music loud, yeah dirt road livin music up loud, tan legs Johnny cash we smoked out, memories you and me left me with no doubt, Silverado gripping the bottle full throttle, let’s roll out let’s let’s roll out…

Man i miss my old silverado Man i miss my old silverado

The way you look sitting there by me

. Man, I miss my old Silverado, all the backroads of Tennessee

Man, I miss my old Silverado, the way you look sitting there by me

One hand on your leg and one on the bottle, all the backroads of Tennessee

We burning pine out in the pines, sipping shine, out the bottle full throttle, past the county line, where we’s born where we spend all our time, always in the lead never running behind, Off in the holler, wetting a line, my Silverado, damn she fine, older model age like fine wine, where the blacktop ends, you’ll always be mine…

Man i miss my old silverado Man i miss my old silverado

The way you look sitting there by me

Man, I miss my old Silverado, all the backroads of Tennessee

Man, I miss my old Silverado, the way you look sitting there by me

One hand on your leg and one on the bottle, all the backroads of Tennessee