Letras
There was a time when I would drive to the county line in daddy's truck
Pickin' up girls with the tags expired
To a Dairy Queen date doin' under thirty-five jammin' BIG '98
With your hair in the wind, feet on the dash
A box of night crawlers and two poles in back of a single cab
Just fishin' for love through the radio jam
So let the radio jam (oooh oooh)
So let the radio jam (oooh)
Yeah
Man we thought we were somethin' with that new Justin Moore bumpin'
And buzzin' off of some beer tap like two Bud Lights in my stomach
Blowin' smoke whatnot and heaven we was just tryin' to be cool
Tryin' to impress the cheerleaders at our old high school
We's doin' burnouts gettin' tickets and the cops knew our first names
Game warden gave us tickets for night fishin' down in Cheatham dam
No sense and no license just a couple gallons of gas
And the love for summer time and that new hot, hot track
There was a time when I would drive to the county line in daddy's truck
Pickin' up girls with the tags expired
To a Dairy Queen date, doin' under 35, jammin' BIG 98
With your hair in the wind, feet on the dash
A box of night crawlers and two poles in back of a single cab
Just fishin' for love through the radio jam
So let the radio jam (oooh oooh)
So let the radio jam (oooh)
Yeah
If I could talk to all the artists who came though my muddy speakers
While I was tail gaitin' in the field with both of my fists bleedin'
'Cause I just got in a fight and I thought I was gonna be in trouble
When I walked in daddy's house he looked at me and then he chuckled
He said "What's he look like?"
I said "I don't know 'cause of my adrenaline
Plus it just me versus like three or four of them
But I didn't let them get me I slang mud on his head
And Timmy chased the other guys with that wooden ball bat"
'Cause there was a time when I would drive to the edge of that county line
To a Dairy Queen date doin' under thirty-five jammin' BIG '98
With your hair in the wind, feet on the dash