The radio, yeah 'Cause you're the girl on the radio The radio, everybody singing 'bout you tonight You're the song on the stereo, the stereo We got you turned up just right It's all rock and roll, and solid gold Flashing lights and rolling smoke Stuck in

The hell raisin' heat of the summer We were livin' every minute of the night Like there might never be another We were runnin' all the caution lights We were learnin' to fly with a little tail gunner If there was somethin' to burn, we were burnin' it

(I can't go another day without you) Would it make you, make you, wanna stay? And if I wrote you a love song and sang it to you every day Would it ever be enough to make you wanna come back home and stay? But if I told you I loved you, would it make you

Get your party right, it's a Friday night Lime on the rim of that dixie silver Smokin' up a faded out 4x4 I brought the songs and you brought the party Only one way to do it up right Everybody goes where eveybody knows That anything goes on a Friday

Can't nobody bring me down, down, down, down, down I feel good, today Can't nobody bring me down And I just got paid, and I think I'm gonna hit the town Can't nobody bring me My truck A/C is broken That Georgia breeze is blowin' I'm feelin' easy goin'

When I get my hands on you, We'll let tonight turn tomorrow back into the night, I'm gonna do every little everything, anything girl that you want me to, when it's finally just you and me, I'm gonna make you go crazy baby, when I get my hands on you,

Let love keep us lifting, my dear Life is a honeymoon, we're gonna live it Serve the cervesa 'cause we wanna sip it Not missing a moment we're given 'Cause life is a honeymoon, we're gonna live it Turn up a summer tune, we're gonna kick it Get it

My people back home This is for my people back home We're lighting one up, feel the love We wouldn't be here without ya Mix it strong, pour it out no doubt We're always thinking about ya Ain't gonna let you down Just wanna make you proud

But you, you can't say I ain't country You can say you don't like my truck You can say that I talk and I dress all funny You can say I drink too many longnecks That my edges are a little too rough You can call me a sinner 'cause I cuss on Sunday You can

Women, beautiful women (Y-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) Women, God-given women The reason we're livin' And lovin' this life, hallelujah We're all better off with 'em Oh (oh), so (so) beautiful