[Verse 1: Lee Brice]
Well me and the boys are feeling alright
Raising some hell, sipping on whiskey and shine, yeah
Bob Dylan on the juke box, shooting some pool
Telling on stories and stretching the truth and lies
Yeah, I feel my cell phone start buzzing in my pocket
[Chorus: Lee Brice]
Boys, you keep on rocking but I gotta roll, roll
Point this Silverado down the road, road
Yeah, I know the beers here are cold
But I've got something warm waiting for me at home
Boys, I got to go see about a girl
[Verse 2: Lee Brice]
Ain't nothing you can say, so don't even try
The second she call that little girl made up my mind
Yeah, she did
Don't' buy me no shot, don't bring me no drink
Don't go wasting' your money on me, bye, bye
[Chorus: Lee Brice]
Boys, you know I gotta roll, roll
Point this Silverado down the road, road
Yeah, I know the beers here are cold
But I've got something warm waiting for me at home
Boys, I got to go see about a girl
[Bridge: Lee Brice]
If you ever find a girl like mine
Boys you'll know why
[Chorus: Lee Brice]
I gotta roll, roll
Point this Silverado down the road, road
Yeah, I know the beers here are cold
But I've got something warm waiting for me at home
Boys, I got to go see about a girl
I got to go see about my girl
