[Verse 1]

Friday rolled in like a red dirt wind, tailgate dropping at dusk, we grin.

Dust on the dashboard, neon in sight, steel-toe heart in Wrangler skin.

Jukebox quarter and a little luck, two-step lines start filling in.

Saw her laugh by the swinging doors, that’s when this small-town night begins.

[Chorus]

Beer, boots, and women, that’s the gospel of this grin I’m living in.

Cold cans kissing these calloused hands, with a backroad buzz rolling again.

Boots keep time on a hardwood floor, like thunder chasing summer rain.

And women with a wildfire smile, light a flame I can’t explain.

[Verse 2]

She said, “Boy, you dance or drink alone,” I said, “Ma’am, I can multitask” with a grin.

Spun her under that barroom sign, heart kicked up like a V8 engine.

Her perfume cut through the smoke and pine, sweet as a first sip winning.

Every step wrote a new hook line, every laugh kept the room still spinning.

[Chorus]

Beer, boots, and women, that’s the gospel of this grin I’m living in.

Cold cans kissing these calloused hands, with a backroad buzz rolling again.

Boots keep time on a hardwood floor, like thunder chasing summer rain.

And women with a wildfire smile, light a flame I can’t explain.

[Bridge]

Maybe love’s just a late-night chorus that you learn one line at a time.

Maybe fate wears a leather heel and shows up right on rhyme.

If the good Lord’s counting blessings, He knows this feeling’s mine.

’Cause her hand fit like a finish line, and the band played overtime.

[Chorus (lift)]

Beer, boots, and women, write the story I keep singing again.

Cold cans, slow dances, second chances, amen and amen.

Boots keep time on a hardwood floor, while stars lean in through the pane.

And women with a wildfire smile, say my name like sweet champagne.

[Outro]

Bar lights fade but the echo stays, in the dust on my truck at ten.

Beer, boots, and women—till the sun comes ’round again.