Lyrics:

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 old stories and stretching the truth and lies
Yeah, I feel my cell phone start buzzing in my pocket

Boys, y'all 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

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 wastin' your money on me, bye, bye

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

If you ever find a girl like mine
Boys you'll know why

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
Sorry boys, I got to go see about my girl

Mm, mm, yeah
Mm, mm
Hello?
Hey, baby
Hey, baby, when you coming home?
Hm, right now
Okay, we'll wait for you