Truck tires on a two lane, rollin; river rushin and a warm breeze blowin’, your hair all around; to the sound of the radio singing in the background; gravel grindin; while we’re findin a little spot I can make you mine in; top poppin on an ice cold beer; I know what you wanna hear.
Dustin Lynch, What You Wanna Hear (via j-o-r-d-y-y)