| Must be fifty other blacked out, three-inch lift kit | 
| Mud tires, radio crankin' out that old shit | 
| On every corner, every street, every two-lane around here | 
| But man, come Friday night she don’t want nobody else | 
| Pullin' in her driveway, standin' on her front step | 
| A girl like that in a town like this, yeah, she could have her pick | 
| When she climbs inside, slides up tight | 
| Says, «Baby, I ain’t nothin' but yours tonight» | 
| I’m like the only wheels rollin', the only party goin' | 
| The only neon glowin' | 
| Like I’m the only radio playin' her song | 
| Only shotgun seat with a backroad window rolled down | 
| Yeah, she makes me feel like I’m the only truck in town | 
| I know we ain’t the only ones parked in a hay field | 
| Watchin' that sun drop down through a windshield | 
| They all got beer, and muddy ol' tires | 
| But they ain’t got settin' her night on fire | 
| When she climbs inside, slides up tight | 
| Says, «Baby, I ain’t nothin' but yours tonight» | 
| I’m like the only wheels rollin', the only party goin' | 
| The only neon glowin' | 
| Like I’m the only radio playin' her song | 
| Only shotgun seat with a backroad window rolled down | 
| Yeah, she makes me feel like I’m the only truck in town | 
| Man, it ain’t these 35's that got me ridin' high | 
| I feel like the king of this town every time | 
| When she climbs inside, slides up tight | 
| Says, «Baby, I ain’t nothin' but yours tonight» | 
| I’m like the only wheels rollin', the only party goin' | 
| The only neon glowin' | 
| Like I’m the only radio playin' her song | 
| Only shotgun seat with a backroad window rolled down | 
| Yeah, she makes me feel like I’m the only truck in town | 
| Like I’m the only truck in town |