Sun down, lights up, Friday night
Little thing stirrin' up the countryside
Ice cold beer, something gold and light
Headin' down the old dirt road
Been a minute since I had a guy's night out
But man I really wanna make her twist n' shout
F-M dial, turn it nice and loud
Saddle up to get road hard
We grew up on whisky nights
Getting down, back seat, county lines
All jacked-up in my four-wheel-drive
Girl, can I get road hard? (Get wet!)
Big ol' wheels and rodeo lights
Pretty little daisy flashin' me all night
Cut-off jeans, and sweet peach pie
Girl, can I get road hard? (Get wet!)
Barkeep, we just got off the road
Need some pretty girls to welcome home
With long-leg, low rise, blue jeans on
Saddle up to get road hard
Old blue truck and a pack of Bros
The thirty-ought-six my grandad owned
Got a couple bottles and some old Hank on
Girl, can I get road hard?
We grew up on whisky nights
Getting down, back seat, county lines
All jacked-up in my four-wheel-drive
Girl, can I get road hard? (Get wet!)
Big ol' wheels, 'n rodeo lights
Pretty little daisy flashin' me all night
Cut-off jeans, and sweet peach pie
Girl, can I get road hard? (Get wet!)
We grew up on whisky nights
Getting down, back seat, county lines
All jacked-up in my four-wheel-drive
Girl, can I get road hard? (Get wet!)
Big ol' wheels, 'n rodeo lights
Pretty little daisy flashin' me all night
Cut-off jeans, and sweet peach pie
Girl, can I get road hard? (Get wet!)
