Cruisin'

Traded in that rusted out Ford, finally got myself somethin' new

Shiny chrome, big ol' tires, somethin' a man can be proud of, too

Yeah, this ain't your grandpa's pickup, this here's a modern machine

Got more bells and whistles than a county fair, if you know what I mean

And speakin' of somethin' new, there's a girl, brown hair and eyes so blue

Met her down at the diner, knew right then what I had to do

Asked her for her number, said"Darlin, how 'bout a ride?"

She hopped in that passenger seat, and we took off into the night

New truck, new girl, new life, new world

Cruisin' down these backroads, windows down, flags unfurled