We've been stuck in the mud, down off River Road
Seen baby dancing and twirling in a hayfield in a headlight glow
We raised a little hell, leave a trail of red clay dust
We push it to the limit, me and my truck

We ride a little dirty every Friday night
Tearin up the backroads, throttle open wide
Roll into Sunday service, shakin off the rust
Clean up in the evening, pick my baby up
Yeah me and my truck

We've outrun the blue lights, and cleaned out a ditch
Mowed down mailbox, got lost way out in the sticks
We haul heavy loads, beer ice cold, and some white tail bucks
And woke up to a sunrise, me and my truck

We ride a little dirty every Friday night
Tearin up the backroads, throttle open wide
Roll into Sunday service shakin off the rust
Clean up in the evening, pick my baby up
Yeah me and my truck

We ride a little dirty every Friday night
Tearin up the backroads, drinkin Miller Lite
Roll into Sunday service shakin off the rust
Clean up in the evening, pick my baby up
Yeah me and my truck



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