Girl Ridin' Shotgun

Whoa, she's a hot one...

It's a hot day, and I got a pocket fulla money
Friday, tires roaring, you can hear me coming
Cooler in the back bud light ice cold
Me and my buddies cutting down an old back road
I got a jacked up truck but it ain't much
A fixer upper with a brand new clutch, yeah
It takes me anywhere I wanna go even though
It's hard to keep my eyes on the road.

With that girl, riding in a shotgun
Sun kissed by that Dixie hot sun
Whoa, she's a hot one yeah, yeah...
Aldean all up on the radio, dashboard lights shining on my baby oh
Later on gonna have me a little fun, with that girl riding shotgun
Yeah, oh
Girl riding shotgun

She's the girl of my dreams, she gives me everything
Wearing short shorts or some tight blue jeans
She's country,
And she ain't afraid to break a nail, raise hell or go to jail
I keep her by my side, she's always ready to ride
And sometimes she even drives when it's in 4 wheel drive
Never known to back down from anything
And you know she keeps her motor clean, yeah

With that girl, riding in a shotgun
Sun kissed by that Dixie hot sun
Whoa, she's a hot one yeah, yeah...
Aldean all up on the radio, dashboard lights shining on my baby oh
Later on gonna have me a little fun, with that girl riding shotgun
Yeah, oh
Girl riding shotgun

She could be the centerfold of field and stream
Holding that double barrel 12 gauge
To me ain't nothing sweeter Jawga peach
Plain air guitar to a song I sing, a song I sing, a song I sing

Talking bout that pretty little redneck girl riding shotgun
Sun kissed by the Georgia hot son
Whoa, she's a hot one, yeah yeah
Aldean all up on the radio, dashboard lights shining on my baby oh
Later on gonna have me a little fun, with that girl riding shotgun
Yeah, oh
That girl riding shotgun
Girl riding shotgun