That coffee in our cup, that slow burn sunrise
That old four that's paid for still cranks up and flies
Them pretty shotgun riders,
them small town a-alls
Them dive bars and guitars and old country songs
We
love our cold beer, we love our Fridays
We love them dirt roads that turn off
them highways We don't just live it,
no,
we live it up
Thanks to the good Lord above,
we got the things we love
We got the things we love
We got them girls in Bass Pro hats,
buddies that are more like brothers
Back porches,
tiki torches,
smell of the southern rain
You can't beat them simple things
We love our cold beer,
we love our Fridays We love them dirt
roads that turn off them highways
We don't just live it,
no,
we live it up Thanks to the good Lord above,
we got the things we love
We got the things we love
We got the things we love
We love our babies,
we love our mamas We know our handshakes as good as a promise
That's how we were raised, so we raise them up