Got a little Blake Shelton on, baby.
Yeah!
Maybe a little Jack Ingram.
I don't know.
This is for my pickup truck drivers.
Yeah!
Down where I was born was heaven on earth,
where Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt.
The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright.
We raised cotton and corn and little canine kids.
You either lived on a farm or wished you did.
Jesus always walked close by our side.
Where I grew up, let me hear ya,
we rode in trucks.
There's a lot about life we learned on the bus.
How to lie, how to fight, how to kiss,
how to cuss.
The closer we sat to the bank,
the smarter we got.
We were poor, we were ugly,
we were all best friends.
Why not bad times and still wanting to sin?
And thank God we get more than just one shot.
Where I grew up,
we rode in trucks.
Here we go!
That's us hauling hay in the field with the radio on.
That's us heading straight into town when the work was done.
In my mind,
I can still see us now,
riding down Buck Island Road.
It wasn't that long ago,
we thought tobacco and beer and a can was
all it would take to be like our old man.
Then I saw how it made my mama cry.
It was hunting and fishing and football games.
Then it was girls and everything changed.
Falling in and out of love.
Come on!
We rode in trucks.
That's us with our tailgates down in the parking lot.
That's us with mud on our tires when it rained a lot.
In my mind,
I can still see us now,
riding down Buck Island Road.
It wasn't that long ago.
It's a part of my soul.
Yeah.
It's a part of my soul.
Down where I was born was heaven on earth.
Where Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt.
The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright.
Where I grew up,
put a 10-inch lift kit on a McJackedum way on up.
And we rode in trucks.
Hey!
It's always nice to see some good pickup truck drivers out there.
Thank you, thank you!
Where are my friends in here tonight?
Let me see.