My Red Jeep Named Sarge

Down a dusty road in the heart of June,

The sun's settin' fast, and it'll be night soon,

With a cold six-pack and an old guitar,

I drive my red jeep, named Sarge, it ain't far.

Sarge's got a dent from a barroom brawl,

And a mix-tape stuck, playin' Hank and all,

We roll through fields of gold and old pine trees,

Just me and my jeep, feelin' wild and free.

My red jeep named Sarge, runnin' hard and strong,

Through the backroads of my heart, where memories belong,

In the glow of the headlights, we sing that old song,

Me and my Sarge, where we both belong.

Got mud on the tires and a crack in the glass,

But Sarge never fails me, he’s got plenty of sass,

From the town to the holler, we tear up the ground,

A bond that won't break, with freedom we've found.

Every sunset drive, every storm we've braved,

Sarge gets me through, when I'm lost or afraid,

In a world that's rushin', he keeps the pace slow,

Reminds me of the way home, no matter where we go.

My red jeep named Sarge, runnin' hard and strong,

Through the backroads of my heart, where memories belong,

In the glow of the headlights, we sing that old song,

Me and my Sarge, where we both belong.