Well me and the boys are feelin' alright Raisin' some hell, sippin' on whiskey and 'shi-i-i-i-ine, yeah Bob Dylan on the juke box, shooting' some pool Telling' some stories and stretching the truth and l-i-i-ies Yeah, I feel the cell phone start buzzing in my pocket Boys, you keep on rocking' but I gotta Roll, roll, point this Silverado down the road, road Yeah, I know the beer's here are cold But I've got something' warm waiting for me at home I gotta go see about a girl Ain't nothin' you can say, so don't even try The second she call that little girl made up my m-i-i-i-ind, Yeah, she did, Don't' buy me no shot, don't bring me no drink Don't go wasting' your money on me, bye, b-y-y-y-y-e Boys, you keep on rocking' but I gotta Roll, roll, point this Silverado down the road, road Yeah, I know the beer's here are cold But I've got something' warm waiting for me at home I gotta go see about a girl If you ever find a girl like mine, Boys you'll know why But i gotta, Roll, roll, point this Silverado down the road, road Yeah, I know the beer's here are cold But I've got something' warm waiting for me at home I gotta go see about a girl