Pick Her Up (feat. Travis Tritt)

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 wantin' 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 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 in the outskirts of town
Shotgunnin' in a muddy Silverado
If you're gonna have a chance to closin' time romance
Put the switch on the neon hard
Don't forget the first step 'fore you get to two steps
Knowin' right where to start

Pick her up in a pickup truck
And 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!
Woo! Yeah!
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
And 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
Ooh! Yeah
(Take her out to a country club, isn't that right?)

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