We're on the radio right now.
We can pop the top of a bottle of booze, *** a front row seat to a big full moon, kick back and listen to the crickets in the field.
Find a storm, we can call our own, watch them lightning buzz till they're gone.
Light a fire of passion, lay real still.
In the bed of my Chevy on the outskirts of town, we can dance standing up the road like it's down.
I can show you how much I love you if you let me in.
Make a merry move.
You'll never forget.
Whisper little words I've never said.
I'll pull you close as it gets hot and heavy in the bed of my Chevy.
Baby, slide off your boots down to your bare feet.
Those cut-offs and tan lines are killing me.
Move on over, lay your head on my shoulder.
We'll stay.
Still a little kiss as the whippoorwigs sing through the trees with southern feet.
We can sit on the tailgate and wait until it feels right.
In the bed of my Chevy on the outskirts of town, we can dance standing up the road like it's down.
I can show you how much I love you if you let me in.
Make a merry move.
You'll never forget.
Whisper little words I've never said.
I'll pull you close as it gets hot and heavy in the bed of my Chevy.
Come on.
Sing it to me.
Loud as you can.
In the bed of my Chevy on the outskirts of town, we can dance standing up the road like it's down.

If you let me
There's a man that we'll never forget
Whisper little words I've never said
I'll pull you close
As it gets hot and heavy
In the bed of my seven
In the bed of my seven
Thank you for knowing that!
Y'all give it up for my buddy Mr. Chris Jackson!
Thank you for knowing that!