| Long truck bed, hop in it, fire engine red like a lipstick | 
| Out here we can let it go, yeah | 
| Just me and my good friends, jug of wine lil' sip | 
| Out here baby you just never know | 
| Yeah, these are the days of gold | 
| Hell, it’s a Southern summer | 
| Whiskey’s in the air, dog’s on the burner | 
| Beer’s ice cold, got a pretty little lady to hold | 
| Southern summer | 
| And that sun shining down like Daddy’s silver dollar | 
| Gotta hop on the old dirt road to the days of gold | 
| The July sky, so high moon shining by the river side | 
| Stealing hearts and running wild | 
| In our own little world, Tennessee boys and girls running free | 
| Out here it’s good times for miles | 
| Yeah, these are the days of gold | 
| Hell, it’s a Southern summer | 
| Whiskey’s in the air, dog’s on the burner | 
| Beer’s ice cold, got a pretty little lady to hold | 
| Southern summer | 
| And that sun shining down like Daddy’s silver dollar | 
| Gotta hop on the old dirt road to the days of gold | 
| Hell, it’s a Southern summer | 
| Whiskey’s in the air, dog’s on the burner | 
| Beer’s ice cold, got a pretty little lady to hold | 
| Southern summer | 
| And that sun shining down like Daddy’s silver dollar | 
| Gotta hop on the old dirt road to the days of gold |