Something pretty simple 'bout an eighteen Tennessee summer Eighty four was the number that I wore Under Friday lights How could I forget that night? Yeah that girl was a homecoming honey Kinda small-town pretty, made them dark days sunny With her emerald eyes I thought, Lord, I had to make her mine Yeah, I was about to go and crash a party with the guys And when she called me up and said, "Can you pick me up tonight?" I put that '04 F-one-five-oh right into overdrive Like a bat outta hell with them JBLs working overtime Yeah, I'm high-beaming down a backroad, yeah Tires screaming, now I'm getting close Tryna do the limit, but my heart doing way more than sixty-five On that "Baby, I'm coming over" drive On that "Baby, I'm coming over" drive I pulled up where the party was, where the Bacardi was That was the start of us, I told you Got your heels stuck in the mud, I had to carry ya All the way to the truck on my shoulders Yeah, we both smelled like bonfire smoke Took my hand as she moved in close She said, "I'll kiss your cheek, but I'll kiss your lips If we can go somewhere alone" I put that '04 F-one-five-oh right into overdrive Like a bat outta hell with them JBLs working overtime Yeah, I'm high-beaming down a backroad, yeah Tires screaming, now I'm getting close Tryna do the limit, but my heart doing way more than sixty-five On that "Friday night still ain't over" drive On that "Friday night still ain't over" drive Yeah, I was about to go and crash a party with the guys And when she called me up and said, "Can you pick me up tonight?" I put that '04 F-one-five-oh right into overdrive Like a bat outta hell with them JBLs working overtime Yeah, I'm high-beaming down a backroad, yeah Tires screaming, now I'm getting close Tryna do the limit, but my heart doing way more than sixty-five On that "Baby, I'm coming over" drive On that "Baby, I'm coming over" drive I'm high-beaming down a backroad, yeah Tires screaming, now I'm getting close, yeah