From the recording Backroad Anthems
Written by Jonathon Brannon
Lyrics
Boots in the dirt and the evening's set
Guitars strum shadows we won't forget
Mud on the tires and a tailgate spread
We'll dance ‘til the stars turn red
No city lights or a boss in sight
Worked all week and we’re ready
Down gravel roads bring something cold
And one or two pretty ladies
This hick hop’s Louisiana hot
It’ll burn the stress away
Baby
We’re sending Friday off right
It’s goin’ down tonight
Speaker thumps and the fields ignite
Bonfire rising like fireworks' flight
Laughter echoes as we take delight
This is where wrong just feels so right
No city lights or a boss in sight
Worked all week and we’re ready
Down gravel roads bring something cold
And one or two pretty ladies
This hick hop’s Louisiana hot
It’ll burn the stress away
Baby
We’re sending Friday off right
It’s goin’ down tonight
Navigate sky by the bend in the creek
Our freedom speaks where the coyotes sneak
Where the spirits flow and everyone’s free
Tomorrow can wait for this jubilee
No city lights or a boss in sight
Worked all week and we’re ready
Down gravel roads bring something cold
And one or two pretty ladies
This hick hop’s Louisiana hot
It’ll burn the stress away
Baby
We’re sending Friday off right
It’s goin’ down tonight