F-150 Saturdays

Woke up to the sun peeking through the blinds

Coffee brewing, got no plans but time

Grab my cooler and my worn-out hat

Keys jinglin’, boots hit the welcome mat

Rollin’ down the backroads in my old F-150

Radio up, this life sure feels pretty

Pull up to the station, grab a six-pack cold

Wave to the fella in the flannel, stories told

Headin’ out where the cattails sway

Casting for trouts, whiling hours away

Ain’t nothin’ better than a Saturday

With my Ford and a pond at the end of the day

Truck bed’s dusty, but she runs like new

Country air and a sky so blue

Crack a beer, let the ripples flow

Toss a line, let the world move slow

Rollin’ down the backroads in my old F-150

Radio up, this life sure feels pretty

Pull up to the station, grab a six-pack cold

Wave to the fella in the flannel, stories told

Headin’ out where the cattails sway

Casting for trouts, whiling hours away

Ain’t nothin’ better than a Saturday

With my Ford and a pond at the end of the day

Maybe I’ll bring home a fish or two

Or maybe just some peace and a sky so blue

Either way I know I’ll be back again

Where the weekend starts and worries end

Rollin’ down the backroads in my old F-150

Radio up, this life sure feels pretty

Pull up to the station, grab a six-pack cold

Wave to the fella in the flannel, stories told

Headin’ out where the cattails sway

Casting for trouts, whiling hours away

Ain’t nothin’ better than a Saturday

With my Ford and a pond at the end of the day

Yeah, ain’t nothin’ better than a Saturday

With my Ford and a pond at the end of the day