Yeah, we were born for backroads, neon lights and cold beer sips
Small town hearts beat louder when the sun dips
Got the band playin’ Haggard with a little twist
Turn it up — Friday’s made for this
Pulled up in my Silverado, tailgate droppin’ slow
Bonfire smoke risin’ up like the way her hair blows
She’s dancin’ in them cutoff jeans like the world’s her stage
That smile’s got me stuck like my boots in red clay
The boys crack a joke, raise a toast to nights like these
Where the jukebox spins, and life comes with a breeze
‘Cause we’re all about longnecks and love songs
Two-stepin’ right where we belong
Hands in the air when the chorus hits
Shoutin’ “hell yeah” to the simple bits
A little dirt road rhythm and a backbeat kiss
Yeah buddy — Friday’s made for this
(Hook - repeat)
Yeah, we were born for backroads, neon lights and cold beer sips
Small town hearts beat louder when the sun dips
Got the band playin’ Haggard with a little twist
Turn it up — Friday’s made for this