Highway 181 Love Story

Cruisin' down Floresville streets in my old Bel-Air,

Sunset paints the sky, wind blowing through my hair.

Just me and the city, got my ride so true,

67 Chevy, rolling just for you.

Met her by the square, just a small-town glance,

Smile like sunshine, caught my heart at first dance.

Pavin' the way to our love story's start,

In the back of my Chevy, she stole my heart.

We’re headed to Whataburger, under neon lights,

Laughin’ over fries, on those summer nights.

Holdin’ hands on Spur Road 23,

That’s when I knew she was made for me.

Ridin’ through Floresville, stars in the sky,

With my pretty girl right by my side.

Dance in Roper’s Bar, to George and Chesnutt,

Feelin’ love so deep, it’s more than a fantasy.

Oh, my Bel-Air, you’re more than just a car,

You’re my salvation, my shining star.

Crank up those country sounds, sway underneath,

Memories in every note, in every beat.

From the barroom dance to the open road,

Together we’re ready, to unload this love’s load.

Now years down the line, in this small-town grace,

Our love still burns, can’t be replaced.

My 67 Bel-Air, forever in my heart,

A love story that’s a work of art.