[Verse 1]
Six pack sweating in the tailgate bed
Mud on the boots and a grin in my head
Old Ford humming down a gravel line
Got a rod in the cab and a case of time
[Pre-Chorus]
Come Friday night, I’m gone
Got the lake and the woods calling strong
You know where I’ll be
When the sun burns off the trees
[Chorus]
Whiskey and a truck bed
Fishing with my best friends
Hunting when the sun drops low
That’s the way I roll
Whiskey and a truck bed
Mud on my jeans again
Give me that backroad soul
Whiskey and a truck bed
[Verse 2]
Bait shop ice in a red-cooler glow
Bubba at the dock said “let it drift slow”
Deer track fresh in a cedar patch
Dog at my heels and the sky turned black
[Pre-Chorus]
Come Saturday, I’m there
With a choke tube tight and a line in the air
If the creek runs deep
That’s enough for me
[Chorus]
Whiskey and a truck bed
Fishing with my best friends
Hunting when the sun drops low
That’s the way I roll
Whiskey and a truck bed
Mud on my jeans again
Give me that backroad soul
Whiskey and a truck bed
[Bridge]
No suits, no rush, no town machine
Just a worn-out dash and a pine-tree dream
One good bite, one clean shot
That’s the life I got
[Chorus]
Whiskey and a truck bed
Fishing with my best friends
Hunting when the sun drops low
That’s the way I roll
Whiskey and a truck bed
Mud on my jeans again
Give me that backroad soul
Whiskey and a truck bed