Saturday Night

Got my wallet and a fake ID
No one looking, no one following me
According to the State of Carolina, I'm over twenty-one
'Least I didn't lie too bad, that's right where I come from

Following that backwoods sound
On the outskirts of town
In mind my body's running electricity
I swear to god, it's like something out of a movie

We went, don't let your daddy see you, sneaking outta that back door
I think they're calling for another thunder storm
Everyone parked around a fire, half a mile down the power lines
I'll tell you right now, son, it's just another small-town Saturday night, mm

I'll be saying "Now, mama, I might not be coming home"
Now that I see your name, lighting up on my phone
Ain't nothing like feeling freedom in an open field
Come on, put your hands up if you know what I feel

If you go, don't let your daddy see you, sneaking outta that back door
I think they're calling for another thunder storm
Everyone parked around a fire, half a mile down the power lines
I'll tell you right now, son, it's just another small-town Saturday night

The young live and they'll drink
Come on, put your hands up if you know what I mean
You go, don't let your daddy see you sneaking outta that back door
I think they're calling for another thunder storm

One hand on the steering wheel, the other hanging out the window
Every kid, a country love song playing through on the radio
Everyone parked around a fire, half a mile down the power lines
I'll tell you right now, son, it's just another small-town Saturday night
Ooh, just another small-town Saturday night, ooh