I'm sitting on the porch,
strumming my old guitar,
watching the fireflies dance under the stars.

Got my red solo cup,
fill it to the brim with that moonshine whiskey.

Gonna take me for a spin in my rusty old pickup truck,
heading down the road.

Windows roll down, radio playing country go,
don't think of my ma,
take her out for a ride.

Show her a night she won't ever wanna hide.

We'll cruise through the town,
windows down so low,
everyone's waiting,
they all know where we go.

We'll park by the river under that moon so bright,
and share stories, laugh and tell dolls first light.

Share stories, laugh and tell dolls first light.