Friday’s Made for This

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