Well me and the boys are feelin' alright
Raisin' some hell, sippin' on whiskey and 'shi-i-i-i-ine, yeah
Bob Dylan on the juke box, shooting' some pool
Telling' some stories and stretching the truth and l-i-i-ies
Yeah, I feel the cell phone start buzzing in my pocket
Boys, you keep on rocking' but I gotta
Roll, roll, point this Silverado down the
road, road Yeah, I know the beer's here are cold
But I've got something' warm waiting for me at home
I gotta go see about a girl
Ain't nothin' you can say, so don't even try
The second she call that little girl made up my m-i-i-i-ind,
Yeah, she did, Don't' buy me no shot, don't bring me no drink
Don't go wasting' your money on me, bye, b-y-y-y-y-e
Boys, you keep on rocking' but I gotta
Roll, roll, point this Silverado down the
road, road Yeah, I know the beer's here are cold
But I've got something' warm waiting for me at home
I gotta go see about a girl
If you ever find a girl like mine,
Boys you'll know why
But i gotta, Roll, roll, point this Silverado down the
road, road Yeah, I know the beer's here are cold
But I've got something' warm waiting for me at home
I gotta go see about a girl