Got my farm truck gassed up, riding with my playlist on
Two-lane, John Wayne, in the sticks is where we belong
Where we belong
I feel country tonight
Country tonight
We can line 'em up, knock 'em down, bonfire, small town
Tail lights, creek side, move the hair out of her eyes
Then she gave me that smile
We've been through a lot
But thank God we're still here
Man, I need a red dirt road and something ice cold
To get my mind back to where I can think
I need a twangy old guitar, blasting under the stars
Holding my girl while I sing
I need a backwood escape, a Chevy tailgate
From all the fake news shoved in my face
Man, I need a brewski, feel me, Yoakum and some Aldean
Palm trees, riding real dirty across this good old Texas country
Good old Texas country
Hopping off the tractor, riding through the pasture
Quitting time Friday, heard you swinging out by my way
Out by my way
I'm feeling lucky tonight
Lucky tonight
We've been through a lot
But thank God we're still here
Man, I need a red dirt road and something ice cold
To get my mind back to where I can think
I need a twangy old guitar, blasting under the stars
Holding my girl while I sing
I need a backwood escape, a Chevy tailgate
From all the fake news shoved in my face
Man, I need a brewski, feel me, Yoakum and some Aldean
Palm trees, riding real dirty across this good old Texas country
Good old Texas country
Man, I need a red dirt road and something ice cold
To get my mind back to where I can think
I need a twangy old guitar, blasting under the stars
Holding my girl while I sing
I need a backwood escape, a Chevy tailgate
From all the fake news shoved in my face
Man, I need a brewski, feel me, Yoakum and some Aldean
Palm trees, riding real dirty across this good old Texas country
Good old Texas country
