text: Those horses need to run like wheels need to roll
  Where that rubber meets a red dirt road
  I need your kiss like a cooler needs cans
  Like your body needs my two hands
  So, baby, climb on up and slide on in
  High as a kite, feeling free as the wind
  Find that buckle next to me in the middle
  You can grind my gears, but dont you play me like a fiddle
  We can tie one on and come unwound
  Turn up the heat when the suns goes down
  Well, they dont call it a truck bed for nothing
  Yeah, you know thats right
  Nothings better than a Silverado Saturday night
  Got money to burn like gas in the tank
  Got the perfect spot there down by the bank
  Got my old Zebco with a ten pound line
  So kick off your boots, now its time to shine
  So, baby, climb on up and slide on in
  High as a kite, feeling free as the wind
  Find that buckle next to me in the middle
  You can grind my gears, but dont you play me like a fiddle
  We can tie one on and come unwound
  Turn up the heat when the suns goes down
  Well, they dont call it a truck bed for nothing
  Yeah, you know thats right
  Nothings better than a Silverado Saturday night
  No, theres nothings better than a Silverado Saturday night
  Its just you and me underneath the moon
  Well be dancing with the stars
  Yeah, Ill show you what they mean
  When they sing about fishing in the dark
  So, baby, climb on up and slide on in
  High as a kite, feeling free as the wind
  Find that buckle next to me in the middle
  You can grind my gears, but dont you play me like a fiddle
  We can tie one on and come unwound
  Turn up the heat when the suns goes down
  Well, they dont call it a truck bed for nothing
  Yeah, you know thats right
  Nothings better than a Silverado
  They dont call it a truck bed for nothing
  Yeah, you know thats right
  Nothings better than a Silverado
  They dont call it a truck bed for nothing
  Yeah, you know thats right
  Nothings better than a Silverado Saturday night
  A Silverado Saturday night