(Verse 1 – Morgan Wallen-style)
She said, “Boy, you drink too much,” I said, “You worry too loud.”
We don’t do fine dining — we do bonfires outta town.
Got a cooler in the back and a dog in the front,
We ain’t in love, but we sure had fun.
Old ball cap, torn blue jeans,
Little attitude in her backseat lean.
She don’t text back when she’s feelin’ bold,
But she shows up when the beer gets cold.
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(Chorus – Nate Smith-style vocals, Travis ad-libs)
Long nights and loud trucks,
Two young hearts just testin’ luck.
Tailgate down, stars above,
Tryna figure out if this is love.
Some bad choices, not too bad,
Little bit wild, little bit sad.
She’s a song that I still hum,
From long nights and loud trucks.
(“Let’s ride…”)
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(Verse 2 – Travis Scott smooth country-trap flow)
Yeah, we ride slow with the bass turned high,
Boots on the dash, hands on her thigh.
She got that sweet with a lil’ wild,
Talks soft, but she walk with style.
Cruisin’ dirt roads like a melody,
With a little backseat memory.
Got no plan, got no map,
Just her voice and my ballcap.
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(Pre-Chorus – Nate + Morgan overlap)
We ain’t perfect, nah, not even close,
But somehow this feels like home.
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(Chorus – full group, layered harmonies)
Long nights and loud trucks,
Little bit rough, little bit stuck.
Windows down, wind in her curls,
Fell for her like I fell for the world.
No regrets, just one small town,
Where the best nights never get wrote down.
She’s a line I still sing from the mud,
From long nights and loud trucks.
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(Bridge – acoustic guitar + Travis ad-libs)
She said, “You ain’t easy, but you’re mine tonight,”
I said, “Girl, that’s all I need to ride…”
(Yeah… come on.)
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(Final Chorus – all out, smooth + strong)
Long nights and loud trucks,
A little bit late and a whole lotta us.
Bonfire burnin’, boots on the hood,
One last kiss before it’s gone for good.
If I could, I’d take it back,
Just to hear that laugh in the cab.
Still got dirt and that first-time rush,
From long nights… and loud trucks
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