Cold Beer and Barbed Wire Lyrics

In a rusty old truck, we drive through the night

Past fields of corn, where the stars shine bright

Dust kicks up in the rearview, moon's our guide

With a six-pack in the cooler, love by my side

Hollow wind through the trees, a lonesome choir

Songs of old memories, dreams on fire

Tangled heartstrings, like barbed wire tight

But your laugh cuts through, makes everything right

Cold beer and barbed wire, life in between

Sweat on our brows, living the dream

Holding on together, come what may

In this wild, rambling country way

Grandpa's shotgun rests in the back

Next to the tackle box and an old gunny sack

Fishing pole ready for dawn's first light

We live for simple pleasures in the dead of night

That old red barn silhouetted in the haze

Filled with hard-working memories of bygone days

His hands worn from tilling God's own ground

He taught me love ain't lost, just needs to be found

Cold beer and barbed wire, life in between

Sweat on our brows, living the dream

Holding on together, come what may

In this wild, rambling country way.