Ridin' down red dirt, drivin' in a white truck, lookin' at a pretty blue sky Tired eyed kids playin' in a sprinkler, daddy drinkin' cold Bud Light Talk about a big life, in a small town, ain't got a lot But we sure found what we were looking for Georgia red lipstick, tied white tanktop, Levi denim blue eyes Bottle rockets blowin' up, hot dogs servin' up, it ain't even fourth of July That's just how it is 'round here and we love it We wouldn't trade it all in for nothin' more Oh oh oh oh oh It's in the song, baby can't you feel it Oh oh oh oh oh And if you can't baby, listen to the lyrics It's Friday night freedom, football game It's proud of where you from, it's your last name It's thirteen stripes and fifty stars in the wind So hold up your beer and holler if you hear it That American spirit Old red six string, white piece of paper, scribbled down lovin' blue ink Sweet pretty girl, sweet southern melody, sweep her right off of her feet It's a preacher, it's an aisle, it's a ring on a finger and a Bible And a title on a fixer up house Oh oh oh oh oh It's in the song, baby can't you feel it Oh oh oh oh oh And if you can't baby, listen to the lyrics It's Friday night freedom, football game It's proud of where you from, it's your last name It's thirteen stripes and fifty stars in the wind So hold up your beer and holler if you hear it That American spirit Oh oh oh oh oh It's in the song, baby can't you feel it Oh oh oh oh oh And if you can't baby, listen to the lyrics It's Friday night freedom, football game It's proud of where you from, it's your last name It's thirteen stripes and fifty stars in the wind So hold up your beer and holler if you hear it That American spirit Ridin' down red dirt, drivin' in a white truck, lookin' at a pretty blue sky