(Verse 1)
Dusty tires hummin’ on a backroad line,
Sun dips low, we’re burnin’ Tennessee time.
Me and my boys, a six-pack crew,
Boots kickin’ gravel, chasin’ that moonlit view.
(Chorus)
Oh, it’s a Tennessee Saturday night,
Neon whispers, stars burn bright.
Whiskey rivers, guitars on fire,
We’re raising hell ’til the mornin’ light!
(Verse 2)
Park that Chevy where the streetlights fade,
Honky-tonk heartbeat in a jukebox serenade.
Jessie’s laugh, Tommy’s two-step sway,
A Southern belle steals my heart—just for today.
(Chorus)
Oh, it’s a Tennessee Saturday night,
Trouble’s sweet, and the world feels right.
Sippin’ shine ’neath the county sign,
We’re raising hell ’til the mornin’ light!
(Bridge)
Old man Jenkins yells, “Pipe down, y’all!”
We grin, tip hats, then break for the pool hall.
Memories spun like a vinyl groove,
Brothers bonded in a dirt-road groove.
(Chorus)
Oh, it’s a Tennessee Saturday night,
Livin’ loud where the deadlines die.
Faded jeans and a skyline low,
We’re raising hell ’til the roosters crow!
(Outro)
Sunrise sneaks on a dirt-road drive,
Smiles worn loose, still half alive.
“Same time next week?”—a holler, a nod,
Tennessee boys, forever tied to the sod.