American Spirit

Riding down a red dirt, driving in a white Truck, looking at a pretty blue sky. Tired eyed kids playing in a sprinkler, Daddy drinking cold Bud Light. Talk about a big life in a small town. We ain't got a lot, but we sure found What we were looking for. Georgia red lipstick, tight white tank top, Levi denim blue eyes. Bottle rockets blowing up, hot dogs, 7 Up, ain't even Fourth of July. That's just how it is around here and we Love it. We wouldn't trade it all in for Nothing more. Whoa, oh, oh. It's in the song, baby, can't you feel it? Whoa, oh, And if you can't, baby, Listen to the lyrics. It's Friday night freedom, football game. It's proud of where you're 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 love in 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. Whoa, oh, Oh. It's in the song, baby, can't you feel It? Whoa, 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're 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 that American spirit. Whoa, Oh. It's in the song, baby, can't you feel it? Whoa, oh, And if you can't, baby, Listen to the lyrics. It's Friday night freedom, football game. It's proud of where you're 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. Riding down a red dirt, driving in a white Truck, looking at a pretty blue sky.