Well me and the boys are feelin´ alright
Raisin´ some hell, sippin´ on whiskey and ´shine, yeah
Bob Dylan on the juke box, shooting´ some pool
Telling´ some stories and stretching the truth and lies
Yeah, I feel the cell phone start buzzing in my pocket

Boys, you keep on rocking´ but I gotta roll, roll,
Point this Silverado down the road, road
Yeah, I know the beer´s here are cold
But I´ve got something´ warm waiting for me at home
Boys, I gotta go see about a girl

Ain´t nothin´ you can say, so don´t even try
The second she call that little girl made up my mind,
Yeah, she did
Don´t´ buy me no shot, don´t bring me no drink
Don´t go wasting´ your money on me, bye, bye

Boys, you keep on rocking´ but I gotta roll, roll,
Point this Silverado down the road, road
Yeah, I know the beer´s here are cold
But I´ve got something´ warm waiting for me at home
Boys, I gotta go see about a girl

If you ever find a girl like mine,
Boys you´ll know why

I gotta roll, roll
Point my Silverado down the road, road
Yeah, I know the beer´s here are cold
But I´ve got something´ warm waiting for me at home
Boys, I gotta go see about a girl
Sorry Boys, I gotta go see about my girl

Ooh ooh oh yeah
Ooh ooh oh