Coolers & Kisses

Trucks lined up like a redneck parade

Mud on the tires and the payments ain’t made

Fire pit burning like hell just called

Girls in cutoff shorts, takin’ it all off

Hank Jr. on that busted radio

Bass hits harder than a rodeo

Coolers packed like a Walmart raid

Everyone’s half-drunk, half-baked

We got coolers and kisses, firelight wishes

Tailgate thrones and Dixie-slick vixens

Boot-stompin’ beats and backseat sins

Camo hats and tattooed skin

No velvet ropes or city slick rules

Just country boys actin’ wild and cruel

If you ain’t barefoot, then you ain’t invited

This backyard bar’s already ignited

She’s dancin’ slow on the bed of my Ford

That strawberry shine got her beggin’ for more

Another girl’s laughin’ in someone’s lap

Somebody’s cousin just cranked up the tap

Beer cans flyin’ like confetti rain

Somebody’s dog barkin’ at the champagne

And I swear if this night gets any hotter

We’re gonna baptize it in the neighbor’s water

We got coolers and kisses, bad decisions

Backyard bangers and midnight missions

Moonlight games and kiss-me stares

Boots off, bras lost, nobody cares

No wristbands, no cover, no dress code lies

Just a sky full of smoke and whiskey eyes

If you ain’t crazy, then you ain’t invited

This trailer-park rave’s already ignited

She pulls me close, lips like fire

Whispers “this is all I ever require”

No clubs, no bills, no neon signs

Just me, this dirt, and her hips on mine

We got coolers and kisses, homemade blisses

Lawn chairs stacked and backyard misses

No DJ, just a playlist war

Between Hank Jr. and 3 Doors Down

If you ain’t country, then don’t pretend

This kind of party don’t ever end

Just trucks, girls, beer, and a spark that’s ignited

And a whole damn world where we’re all invited