Boys shine their trucks at the super wash station
Spin them tire, wet wheels on the pavement
Done with that paycheck makin´
Twelve-inch kickers get to shakin´
Them girls get to paintin´ on denim and makeup

Pourin´ Tito´s in a Route 44 cup
In between city limit signs
On any given Friday night

Boys chase girls goin´ thirty miles an hour
Circle up at the Dairy Queen
Later on, the wild gets louder
Like a rural route movie scene
In the nowhere dust, fallin´ in love underneath an endless sky
Pick a mapped out town, that´s how it goes down
On any given Friday night

Records at the red light, rockin´ that Randall
Suzie´s hittin´ shotgun, drinkin´ out the handle
Sight for sore small-town eyes
On any given Friday night

Boys chase girls goin´ thirty miles an hour
Circle up at the Dairy Queen
Later on, the wild gets louder
Like a rural route movie scene
In the nowhere dust, fallin´ in love underneath an endless sky
Pick a mapped out town, that´s how it goes down
On any given Friday night
On Friday night

There´s a fire in the field, a Jack and a Jill
Holdin´ hands on a high hill side
Some gas in the tank, a Jenny and a Jake
On any given Friday night

Boys chase girls goin´ thirty miles an hour
Circle up at the Dairy Queen
Later on, the wild gets louder

Like a rural route movie scene
In the nowhere dust, fallin´ in love underneath an endless sky
Pick a mapped out town, that´s how it goes down
On any given Friday night
Pick a mapped out town, that´s how it goes down
On any given Friday night