“Silverado Saturday Night” Aaron Watson Lyrics

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 don’t you play me like a fiddle
We can tie one on and come unwound
Turn up the heat when the sun goes down
No, they don’t call it a truck bed for nothing, yeah, you know that’s right
Nothing’s better than a Silverado Saturday night

I 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 it’s 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 don’t you play me like a fiddle
We can tie one on and come unwound
Turn up the heat when the sun goes down
No, they don’t call it a truck bed for nothing, yeah, you know that’s right
Nothing’s better than a Silverado Saturday night
Nothing’s better than a Silverado Saturday night

It’s just you and me underneath the moon
We’ll be dancing with the stars
Yeah, I’ll 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 don’t you play me like a fiddle
We can tie one on and come unwound
Turn up the heat when the sun goes down
They don’t call it a truck bed for nothing, yeah, you know that’s right
Nothing’s better than a Silverado
They don’t call it a truck bed for nothing, yeah, you know that’s right
Nothing’s better than a Silverado
They don’t call it a truck bed for nothing, yeah, you know that’s right
Nothing’s better than a Silverado Saturday night

Silverado Saturday night

Writer(s): Monty Criswell, Phil O’Donnell, Aaron Watson