Jacked Up

Sunburned skin and a cherry Coke grin,

Cut-off shorts and trouble blowin’ in the wind.

Pullin' up slow, radio loud,

Big ol’ tires kickin' up a cloud.

He had mud on his boots and a dog in the seat,

A smile that said, “Girl, come ride with me.”

I like my boys like I like my trucks —

Jacked-up high and built Ford tough.

Tailgate talkin', slow lane rollin’,

Diesel heart and country soulin’.

He’s got that lift and that southern charm,

A little wild with a big ol’ heart.

Yeah, I found love when he pulled up —

In a jacked-up truck.

Bonfire glow and a Mason jar kiss,

Country kind of magic I didn’t know I missed.

He said, “Hop on in,” like it’s meant to be,

Now there’s gravel flyin’ and butterflies in me.

Every song on the dial feels brand new,

With one hand on the wheel and the other on you.

I like my boys like I like my trucks —

Jacked-up high and built Ford tough.

Tailgate talkin', slow lane rollin’,

Diesel heart and country soulin’.

He’s got that lift and that southern charm,

A little wild with a big ol’ heart.

Yeah, I found love when he pulled up —

In a jacked-up truck.

He’s got scars from the backroads, dreams in his bed,

And a six-string story that ain't been said.

But I’ll ride shotgun till the break of dawn,

With my hat turned back and my red dress on.

I like my boys like I like my trucks —

Jacked-up high, a little bit rough.

Tailgate swingin’, moonlight stealin’,

Red dirt love and real good feelin’.

He’s got that lift and that southern charm,

A little wild with a big ol’ heart.

Yeah, I found love when he pulled up —

In a jacked-up truck.