Lyrics:

He's got a Chevrolet that don't always run
And the radio never turns down
He's got a pedigree that's no good for nothing
No commas in his bank account
But there's a girl at the hole in the wall where he plays
Don't take her eyes off the stage
She loves his southern drawl from north of Atlanta
That Silverado he got parked outside
Loves a cranking '89 Alabama
Kissing for an hour in the parking lot light
Here's to good girls that can't keep from falling
For bad boys that their daddies don't like
Small towns that keep staying small
Here's to old trucks, young love, and Saturday nights
Na-na, na-na, na, na-na, na
Saturday nights
Na-na, na-na, na, na-na, na
There's always pawn shops, sell beat-up guitars
To a kid with some hand-me-down keys
As long as leather jackets
Keep stealing hearts like Elvis and Cash and James Dean
There'll be a girl
At the hole in the wall where he plays
Don't take her eyes off the stage
She loves his southern drawl from north of Atlanta
That Silverado he got parked outside
Loves a cranking '89 Alabama
Kissing for an hour in the parking lot light
Here's to good girls that can't keep from falling
For bad boys that their daddies don't like
Small towns that keep staying small
Here's to old trucks, young love, and Saturday nights
Na-na, na-na, na, na-na, na
Saturday nights
Na-na, na-na, na, na-na, na
Tank of gas, some blue eyes and some beer in the back
Falling way too fast for a
Southern drawl from north of Atlanta
That Silverado he got parked outside
Loves a cranking '89 Alabama
Kissing for an hour in the parking lot light
Here's to good girls that can't keep from falling
For bad boys that their daddies don't like
Small towns that keep staying small
Here's to old trucks, young love, and Saturday nights
Na-na, na-na, na, na-na, na
Saturday nights
Na-na, na-na, na, na-na, na
Yeah, Saturday nights
Na-na, na-na, na, na-na, na
Young love and Saturday nights
Na-na, na-na, na, na-na, na