Empty, like a cold can on Friday night

Like a tailgate sitting by the fire, in the sand, up under that old palm tree

Like my cup I looked and she was looking at me

Like a long stroll by the ocean

Like the sky in a midnight breeze

Last call when the bar is closing

I walk through the downtown streets

Chorus:

Like A box of ice on a Friday night

out in front of that beach store

Like a yeti cooler of Miller light

wishing we had one more

One big red sunset

in that sky down in Myrtle Beach

I never thought that loving her

I could turn up empty

Verse 2:

Like my wallet that Monday morning

Like that Winn-Dixie parking lot

The only thing my gas gauge is ever showing

Wondering if I’ll make it home or not

Kind of like that lifeguard stand

where we shared our last kiss

Like that walk up the beach

And now she’s gone with the wind

Kind of like Ocean Boulevard

when you hear a good Chesney song

Kind of how I feel when I look back

And she’s long gone

Chorus:

Like A box of ice on a Friday night

out in front of that beach store

Like a yeti cooler of Miller light

wishing we had one more

One big red sunset

in that sky down in Myrtle Beach

I never thought that loving her

I could turn up empty

Bridge:

My heart is a ghost town

I can’t even drive that old truck

I spend ever summer sitting around

Wishing someone would could fill it up

Chorus:

Like A box of ice on a Friday night

out in front of that beach store

Like a yeti cooler of Miller light

wishing we had one more

One big red sunset

in that sky down in Myrtle Beach

I never thought that loving her

I could turn up empty

Bridge:

My heart is a ghost town

I can’t even drive that old truck