You can call us windows down and country cranked up
Hot girls, cold beer and pickup trucks
Swinging hips and cherry gloss lips
It's pretty much what it is
Well you can call us banged up Fords and beat up Chevys
Bent, leaned on, a hand me down from daddy
Watching this big old world spin around
Popping 'em up and dropping 'em down
All the beers drank on 'em
All the stars counted on 'em
First kisses and Friday nights
And Daisy Duke tan legs swinging off of 'em
All the planes watched on 'em
All the babies made on 'em
I know it might sound cliche but that's okay
The truth is a lotta life gets lived
And love gets made
Between hoods and tailgates
You can call us moonshine, box wine, Boone's farm sipping
Hand over heart and trucker hat tipping
Steel guitar, five string Joe
Maybe little more of that on the radio
Watching this big old world spin around
Popping 'em up and dropping 'em down
All the beers drank on 'em
All the stars counted on 'em
First kisses and Friday nights
And Daisy Duke tan legs swinging off of 'em
All the planes watched on 'em
All the babies made on 'em
I know it might sound cliche but that's okay
The truth is a lotta life gets lived
And love gets made
Between hoods and tailgates
Whoa, baby you and me
Whoa, made a lot of memories
All the beers drank on 'em
All the stars counted on 'em
First kisses and Friday nights
And Daisy Duke tan legs swinging off of 'em
All the planes watched on 'em
All the babies made on 'em
I know it might sound cliche but that's okay
The truth is a lotta life gets lived
And love gets made
Between hoods and tailgates
