I’m driving down a red dirt road in my daddy’s pickup truck. Got my girl beside me in cutoff jeans and an ice cold can in my hand. We’re gonna hit the lake and dance in the bed of the truck, watch the fireworks and make some of our own.
It doesn’t rhyme, but it has all the bro country tropes. Gimme my CMA.
As a former Country Music radio DJ, that’s about it now.
Mention an old hound dog and I’ll buy your 45 single.
Wait. I’m showing my age. Do they even issue 45 singles anymore?
That about sums it up nowadays...not like the other country songs which if you played it backwards you would get your job, girl, and dog back.