Pick Her Up - Radio Edit

So you finally got the nerve to ask that little girl
You've been diggin' on if she wants to go out
She said yes, now you're wanting to impress
But you ain't got no Casanova know-how

You ain't gotta read a book to get her on the hook
She's a country baby through and through
If you wanna do her right on a Saturday night
This is all you've gotta do

Pick her up in a pickup truck
Take her out to a honky-tonk
Turn an ice cold longneck up
Dance around to an old jukebox

If you really wanna rock the world
Of a pretty little country girl
Just remember, when you pick her up
Pick her up in a pickup truck
(Ain't that right, Travis?)

Yeah buddy, she ain't got no use for a BMW
Or wine from a hundred-dollar bottle
She'd rather bounce around on the outskirts of town
Shotgunnin' in a muddy Silverado

If you're gonna have a chance at closin' time romance
Flip the switch on the neon hard
Don't forget the first step before you get to two steps
Knowin' right where to start

Pick her up in a pickup truck
Take her out to a honky-tonk
Turn an ice cold longneck up
Dance around to an old jukebox

If you really wanna rock the world
Of a pretty little country girl
Just remember, when you pick her up
Pick her up in a pickup truck
(Go get her, son!)

She wants to party and paint the town
Kick up her boots to a country sound
Come on buddy, don't let us down

Pick her up in a pickup truck
Take her out to a honky-tonk
Turn an ice cold longneck up
Dance around to an old jukebox

If you really wanna rock the world
Of a pretty little country girl
Just remember, when you pick her up
Pick her up in a pickup truck

You might even make her fall in love
Pick her up in a pickup truck, whoo
(Take her out to a country club, idn't that right?)