We Rode in Trucks

Everytime I hear "We Rode in Trucks" by Luke Bryan I get taken back to my high school days. Friday night football games, Saturday late night dirt road rides, Sunday morning church and the next weekend you did it all over again. Parties in a field, farm boys, and Natty Light made growing up what it was. Every guy drove a truck, worked on a farm, and prayed for rain to bring us some mud.

My high school days consisted of back dirt roads, a small clearing in the woods, and a little lovin'. My high school sweetheart and I had picked out our future homesite. In early college, I can't count on 2 hands how many times I asked the boys to pull over so I could potty in the woods, praying we didn't run into the cops, and being thankful for each night we made it out alive.

Now that I'm older and changing careers, planning a future, and home shopping I really want nothing more to go back to the dirtroad days. I really do miss the slower pace of things. The days where you had time to gossip in the grocery store line, passing a tractor was the only worry you had, and farm life was the only life.

Luke Bryan really did have it right when he wrote "We Rode in Trucks"

Lyrics to "We Rode in Trucks":

Down where I was born
Was Heaven on Earth.
Where Flint River washes that
Red Georgia dirt.
The sun sets slow,
And the stars shine bright.
We raised cotton, corn,
A little cane and kids.
You either lived on a farm
Or wish you did.
Jesus always walked close by our side.
Where I grew up,
We rode in trucks.

There's a lot about life
You can learned on a bus.
How to lie, how to fight,
How to kiss, how to cuss.
The closer we sat to the back,
The smarter we got.
We were poor, we were ugly,
We were all best friends.
Wide-eyed, baptized,
And still wantin' to sin.
Thank God,
We get more than just one shot.
Where I grew up,
We rode in trucks.

That's us
Haulin' hay in the field with the radio on.
And that's us
Headin' straight into town
When the work was done.
In my mind
I can still see us now,
Ridin' down Buck Island Road.
It wasn't that long ago.

We thought tobacco and beer in a can,
Was all it would take
To be like our ol' man.
But I saw how it made my momma cry.
It was huntin' and fishin'
And football games.
Then it was girls,
And everything changed
In our lives.
Fallin' in and outta love,
We rode in trucks.

That's us
With our tailgates down in the parkin' lot
That's us
With mud on our tires when it rained a lot.
In my mind
I can still see us now,
Ridin' down Buck Island Road.
It wasn't that long ago.
It's part of my soul,
Yeah.

Down where I was born
Was Heaven on Earth.
Where Flint River washes that
Red Georgia dirt.
The sun sets slow,
And the stars shine bright.
Where I grew up,
We rode in trucks.

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Sweet Southern life

XOXO

Sarah