Summer High

Sunset chasing, headed to the beach,

Fun won't start till half past three.

Bags all packed and the cooler is too,

Waiting on a clock that just won't move.

Doors off the Wrangler, gas tank full,

In a few more hours we'll be feeling that pull.

Jamming to an old Travis Tritt song,

All of us singing, howling along—

Aooooo…

Aooooo…

Summer high, driving down the beachfront,

When our toes hit the sand, yeah, we light 'em up.

Drag the Yeti to our spot and pop the top,

Keys down, shotgun up, we come undone.

Salt on our skin and stars in our eyes,

Aooooo… that's a summer high.

Moon’s hangin low and the night’s still young,

Little putt-putt course and we’re all so buzzed.

Sweat dripping off an ice cold can,

Trying to sink a hole with just one hand.

Girls getting rowdy, laughing way too loud,

Somebody’s dancing trying to draw a crowd.

Nobody’s checking what time it might be,

Just making summer memories.

Back in the car and the song comes on,

You know we’re all singing along—

Aooooooo…

Aooooooo…

Summer high, driving down the beachfront,

When our toes hit the sand, yeah, we light 'em up.

Drag the Yeti to our spot and pop the top,

Keys down, shotgun up, we come undone.

Salt on our skin and stars in our eyes,

Aooooo… that's a summer high.

C’mon—one more time now—

Aooooooo…

Aooooooo…

Hey! hey! hey!

Summer high! (yeah!)

Summer high! (ohhh!)

Somebody turn it up, don’t let it die,

Wrangler doors off, hands in the sky!

Aooooooo…

Aooooooo…

(Yeah we ain’t done yet)

(One more round!)

(Sharky’s on the coast, let’s ride it out!)

Aooooooo…

Aooooooo…

*Summer high… summer high…*