Backroads and Bikinis

Mud-splattered tires, kickin' up the dirt,

Tailgate party, yeah, we puttin' in work.

Girls in bikinis, sun-kissed and bold,

Backroads gold, stories untold.

Trucks on the rise, speakers goin' boom,

Moonlight dancin', we makin' some room.

She got that shine, hotter than July,

Under the southern stars, we ridin' high.

Camo hats low, shades blockin' the glare,

Diesel growl hummin', cuttin' through the air.

She sippin’ sweet tea, cherry on the lip,

Country swagger heavy, yeah, we takin' the trip.

Trucks on the rise, speakers goin' boom,

Moonlight dancin', we makin' some room.

She got that shine, hotter than July,

Under the southern stars, we ridin' high.

Bonfire flicker, shadows on her skin,

Laughter rollin' like the whiskey within.

Chain-link fences, freedom on the breeze,

Livin' life reckless, country with ease.

Trucks on the rise, speakers goin' boom,

Moonlight dancin', we makin' some room.

She got that shine, hotter than July,

Under the southern stars, we ridin' high.