Days Of Gold

Long truck bed I paint it fire engine red Like lipstick. Out here we can let it go. Just me and my good friends, jug of wine, A little sin. Out here, baby, you just never Know. Yeah, these are the days of gone. Hell, it's a southern summer. Whiskey in the air, dogs on the burner, beer Ice cold got a pretty little lady to hold. Southern summer, and that sun shining down like Daddy's silver dollar. Got a hop on the old Dirt road with days ago. Little July sky, slow high moon shinin' by the Riverside. Stealin' hearts and runnin' wild. Our own little world, Tennessee boys and girls Runnin' free. Out here it's good times for miles. Yeah, these are the days of gone. Hell, it's a southern summer. Whiskey in the air, dogs on the burner, beer Ice cold got pretty little lady to hold. Southern summer, and that sun shining down like Daddy's silver dollar. Got a hop on the old Road with days ago. All right. All right. Yeah, it's that southern summer. Whiskey Whiskey in the in air, the air, dogs Dogs on the on burner, the burner. beer's Beers Ice ice cold, cold, got a got pretty a Pretty little little lady lady to hold. On Oh-oh-oh, southern summer. And that sun's shinin' down like daddy's silver Dollar, gotta hop on the old dirt road two Days ago. Oh-oh-oh.