(Woah, woah, woah)Everybody piled in the back of a beat up truckRiding down the road with the radio upI got my arm around my girl with a farmers tanAll my boys shakin' up them cans...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Cadillac Three
Guess we was bornYears too lateWillie and Shine knew the old school kindKick it like they kicked it back in '69Get out that vinylDrop a needle downWe're out in the field, just stra...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Cadillac Three
Oh yeahBoots and buckles, red clay and sandMy point ain't subtle hereI'm a southern manWhere the beer seems cooler and the women seem hotterWhere the world don't seem so damn moder...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Mike Eli
Sitting at the bar with a shot and a cold beer, neither one's doing the jobIn through the swinging door, straight to the dance floor, intoxicating, there you areAddiction is a craz...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Cadillac Three
You got me feeling like a Saturday nightYou got me buzzing like a Miller Lite signNo last call inside, hell it's gonna be a wild rideAnd you, know what you're doing when you doThat...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Cadillac Three
Well me, I was floating like a gut-string kiteHide the whiskey boys, we're here all nightCouldn't give a shit about giving a damnTake it or leave it, it's just the way I amShoulda ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Cadillac Three
Sitting at the bar with a shot and a cold beer, neither one's doing the jobIn through the swinging door, straight to the dance floor, intoxicating, there you areAddiction is a craz...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Cadillac Three
Bare seat leatherA strip of good weatherWindows down, she puts the tape in the deckGot the gas on the mirrorTen and two on the steerin'She slides on over with her lips on my neckSh...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Cadillac Three
We got ice, checkWe got coolers, checkWe got cases of cold domestic goldJust waitin' on the sun to setPop the taps, crushin' cansCamo koozie in her handCircle up them jacked up toy...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Cadillac Three
Oh yeahBoots and buckles, red clay and sandMy point ain’t subtle hereI’m a southern manWhere the beer seems cooler and the women seem hotterWhere the world don’t seem so damn...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Mike Eli