American Spirit

Ridin down red dirt
Drivin in a white truck
Lookin at a pretty blue sky
Tired eyed kids playin in a sprinkler
Daddy drinkin cold bud light
Talk about a big life
In a small town, aint got a lot
But we sure found what we were looking for
Georgia red lipstick, tied white tanktop
Levi denim blue eyes
Bottle rockets blowin up
Hot dogs servin up
It aint even fourth of July
Thats just how it is round here and we love it
We wouldnt trade it all in for nothin more
Ohhh
Its in the song, baby cant you feel it
Ohhh

Its friday night freedom
Football game
Its proud of where you from
Its your last name
Its 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, lovin blue ink
Sweet pretty girl, sweet southern melody
Sweep her right off of her feet
Its a preacher, its a nod
Its a ring on a finger and bible
and a title, on a fixed up house
Ohhh
Its in the song, baby cant you feel it
Ohhh

Its friday night freedom
Football game
Its proud of where you from
Its your last name
Its thirteen stripes and fifty stars in the wind
So hold up your beer and holler if you hear it
That American spirit
Ohhh
Its in the song, baby cant you feel it
Ohhh

Its fridaynight freedom
Football game
Its proud of where you from
Its your last name
Its thirteen stripes and fifty stars in the wind
So hold up your beer and holler if you hear it
That American spirit
Ridin down red dirt
Drivin in a white truck
Lookin at a pretty blue sky