We've been up here in this city. Livin' in the grease and grime. Girl, it's a doggone pity. We ain't been gettin' anytime. . I've been preachin' 'bout back home.
There's a house fly swimmin' in my sweet tea. Hey darlin', pass another Kerr jar to me. Butter drippin' off a biscuit, baby better take a bite. Cantaloupe thumps like it's finally ripe.
Seventeen, we owned those streets. Parking lot, that was our spot. That's where we'd always meet. And we'd roll on out in a pickup truck parade. Stake our claim with a fire in a field in the middle of Nowhere, USA.
Luke Bryan - We Rode in Trucks. . Down where I was born was heaven on earth.. The Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt.. The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright..
Hey, baby, it's been a minute since. Me and you got caught up in. A little wild and young kinda reckless love. That song that was playing when we first kissed.
We met down at the floatin dock. she snuck out scared she might get caught. we were nervous, mmm but it was worth it. there was no such thing as consequence.
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Through the dirt and the gravel. Through the years and the miles. Every road that you traveled. Through the tears and the smiles. Through the clear and the muddy.
Real sad story here y'all. Come on. . I pulled her into my right. And we rode down here. Maybe some sun, maybe some quality time. We've had a rocky year.
It's time to take my drunk ass home. I drank all the whiskey and my money's all gone. Hit on all the girls, sang every song. It's time to take my drunk ass home.
It's time to take my drunk ass home. I drank all the whiskey and my money's all gone. Hit on all the girls, sang every song. It's time to take my drunk ass home.
I catch my buzz in the black of night,. Where nobody ever goes and the warm wind blows.. If I loose my cool in the open and shows,. that I'm down and I ain't alright..
(It's 'bout that time a year again!). It was bumper to bumper when I hit that county. So I stopped and let the top down. . Speakers where a bumpin',. little hip-hop somethin'.
Luke Bryan - Tackle Box. . Verse 1. . It was two shades of brown, scratched-up plastic.. It held extra line, lures, hooks, and matches.. And his last name engraved in black,.
Let it fade to black. Let me run my fingers down your back. Lets whisper, let's don't talk. Baby, leave my T-shirt in the hall. . Like a needle finds a groove.
Back again in the back of this pasture. Sweatin' bad in the cab of this tractor. I oughta be worried about the rain. The last hundred rows could've been a little straighter.
It's been a real good run. Playing out here in the sun. Year after year, beer after beer. I've watched this crowd grow. I swear y'all don't know what ya mean to me.
It was the last night at the Holiday Inn, there was a fire on the beach. I was trying to talk to some other girl and she was bird dogging me. I finally had enough, I pulled over to the side.
You got your sun dress on for game day. Just to drink beer on an ol' tailgate. You were born and raised to be a southern belle. But in a place this you like to raise a little hell.
I saw a truck backin' out of your drive. You were sitting in the passenger side. Messin' with the radio, you had your sun glasses on.. I pulled over cause I couldn't believe.