Days of Gold
Long truck bed, hop in it, fire engine red like a lipstick
Out here we can let it go, yeah
Just me and my good friends, jug of wine lil' sip
Out here baby you just never know
Yeah, these are the days of gold
Hell, it's a Southern summer
Whiskey's in the air, dog's on the burner
Beer's ice cold, got a pretty little lady to hold
Southern summer
And that sun shining down like Daddy's silver dollar
Gotta hop on the old dirt road to the days of gold
The July sky, so high moon shining by the river side
Stealing hearts and running wild
In our own little world, Tennessee boys and girls running free
Out here it's good times for miles
Yeah, these are the days of gold
Hell, it's a Southern summer
Whiskey's in the air, dog's on the burner
Beer's ice cold, got a pretty little lady to hold
Southern summer
And that sun shining down like Daddy's silver dollar
Gotta hop on the old dirt road to the days of gold
Hell, it's a Southern summer
Whiskey's in the air, dog's on the burner
Beer's ice cold, got a pretty little lady to hold
Southern summer
And that sun shining down like Daddy's silver dollar
Gotta hop on the old dirt road to the days of gold
Out here we can let it go, yeah
Just me and my good friends, jug of wine lil' sip
Out here baby you just never know
Yeah, these are the days of gold
Hell, it's a Southern summer
Whiskey's in the air, dog's on the burner
Beer's ice cold, got a pretty little lady to hold
Southern summer
And that sun shining down like Daddy's silver dollar
Gotta hop on the old dirt road to the days of gold
The July sky, so high moon shining by the river side
Stealing hearts and running wild
In our own little world, Tennessee boys and girls running free
Out here it's good times for miles
Yeah, these are the days of gold
Hell, it's a Southern summer
Whiskey's in the air, dog's on the burner
Beer's ice cold, got a pretty little lady to hold
Southern summer
And that sun shining down like Daddy's silver dollar
Gotta hop on the old dirt road to the days of gold
Hell, it's a Southern summer
Whiskey's in the air, dog's on the burner
Beer's ice cold, got a pretty little lady to hold
Southern summer
And that sun shining down like Daddy's silver dollar
Gotta hop on the old dirt road to the days of gold
Credits
Writer(s): Jaren Johnston, Neil Mason
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