Silverado Saturday Night - Aaron Watson

Those horses need to run like wheels need to roll

Where that rubber meets a red dirt road

I need your kiss like a cooler needs cans

Like your body needs my two hands

So, baby, climb on up and slide on in

High as a kite, feeling free as the wind

Find that buckle next to me in the middle

You can grind my gears, but don’t you play me like a fiddle

We can tie one on and come unwound

Turn up the heat when the suns goes down

Well, they don’t call it a truck bed for nothing

Yeah, you know that’s right

Nothing’s better than a Silverado Saturday night

Got money to burn like gas in the tank

Got the perfect spot there down by the bank

Got my old Zebco with a ten pound line

So kick off your boots, now it’s time to shine

So, baby, climb on up and slide on in

High as a kite, feeling free as the wind

Find that buckle next to me in the middle

You can grind my gears, but don’t you play me like a fiddle

We can tie one on and come unwound

Turn up the heat when the suns goes down

Well, they don’t call it a truck bed for nothing

Yeah, you know that’s right

Nothing’s better than a Silverado Saturday night

No, there’s nothing’s better than a Silverado Saturday night

It’s just you and me underneath the moon

We’ll be dancing with the stars

Yeah, I’ll show you what they mean

When they sing about fishing in the dark

So, baby, climb on up and slide on in

High as a kite, feeling free as the wind

Find that buckle next to me in the middle

You can grind my gears, but don’t you play me like a fiddle

We can tie one on and come unwound

Turn up the heat when the suns goes down

Well, they don’t call it a truck bed for nothing

Yeah, you know that’s right

Nothing’s better than a Silverado

They don’t call it a truck bed for nothing

Yeah, you know that’s right

Nothing’s better than a Silverado

They don’t call it a truck bed for nothing

Yeah, you know that’s right

Nothing’s better than a Silverado Saturday night

A Silverado Saturday night