[ Featuring the .45's ]
I've been runnin' the clock down all damn week
Putting miles on this truck, wearing holes in the seat
Runnin' job to job seems it never ends
No it never ends
I keep spinning my wheels till my tires run bare
I take the long way around just to get anywhere
I end up on the back way I know you love
And I just wish that you were here
Silverado back road ridin'
Pretty little shotgun slidin'
Right on over...
You know all day I've been ready
Say the word and baby I'll be right on over
I'll ride on over
I can put this thing in drive, take you anywhere
Watch the sun go down out the window thru your wind blown hair
And baby we could just pretend
That this night would never end
Silverado back road ridin'
Pretty little shotgun slidin'
Right on over
You know all day I've been ready
Say the word and baby I'll be
Right on over
I'll ride on over
Silverado back road ridin'
Pretty little shotgun slidin'
Right on over...
You know all day I've been ready
Say the word and baby I'll be right on over
I'll ride on over
