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Crackin’ Cold Ones With The Boys By The Cadillac Three We got ice, check We got coolers, check We got cases of cold domestic gold Just waitin’ on the sun to set Pop the taps, crushin’ cans Camo koozie in her hand Circle up them jacked up toys The buzz is just right, it’s a Saturday night Turn it up, let’s make some noise Crackin’ cold ones with the boys Crackin’ cold ones with the boys We got tunes, check We got girls, check So come on have another We got Sunday to recover And we ain’t started yet Oh, pop the taps, crushin’ cans Camo koozie in her hand Circle up them jacked up toys The buzz is just right, it’s a Saturday night Turn it up, let’s make some noise Crackin’ cold ones with the boys Crackin’ cold ones with the boys Crackin’ cold ones with the boys Crackin’ cold ones with the boys Pop the taps, crushin’ cans Camo koozie in her hand Circle up them jacked up toys The buzz is just right, it’s a Saturday night Turn it up, let’s make some noise C

All The Makin’s Of A Saturday Night By The Cadillac Three I got cold beer in my cup A pretty girl hoppin’ out of my truck Got the cables comin’ out of the dash JBLs, 12 stack John Wayne, Johnny Cash, Merle Haggard, Charlie Daniels Jim Beam Black Label, sip, sip pass That spot no one knows Just me and my bros And my special lady friend shaking that a-- We got all the makin’s of a Saturday night Got the tall boys charged just sitting on ice Wintergreen, fresh cans, baby got a spray tan Circled up trucks, Silverado headlights We got all the makin’s of a Saturday night Sundown, fire burnin’ Just outta town, ain’t no concernin’ Turning off our cellphones Smoke a little homegrown Missed a gram Can’t wait ’til the morning We got all the makin’s of a Saturday night Got the tall boys charged just sitting on ice Wintergreen, fresh cans, baby got a spray tan Circled up trucks, Silverado headlights We got all the makin’s of a Saturday night We got Dierks and Blake an

Slow Rollin’ By The Cadillac Three Black El Camino on a Saturday night Cooler in the back with a case of Coors Light Windows cracked, a little smoke creepin’ out Yeah, that’s how we do it down south Slow rollin’, takin’ us some time Twenty miles an hour feels just right Slow rollin’, easy spinnin’ them tires Everybody sees us when we go by Kenny on the radio, Jesus on the dash Boot barely kissin’ the gas Slow rollin’ Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ease into the Sonic for a cup of good ice Top it off with some Crown and a pinch of Sprite Little hottie on rollerskates giving me the eyes Bumpin’ Foghat Slow Ride Slow rollin’, takin’ us some time Twenty miles an hour feels just right Slow rollin’, easy spinnin’ them tires Everybody sees us when we go by Kenny on the radio, Jesus on the dash Boot barely kissin’ the gas Slow rollin’ Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Slow rollin’, takin’ us some time Twenty miles an hour feels just right Slow rollin’, easy spin

Back Home By The Cadillac Three Well put me on a river And put me in a boat With a can of silver, yeah Watch the bobber float Or take me down on Main Street And circle ’round that square Well half-off at Jimmy Jack’s boot shack Gonna have to grab me a pair Back home, backwoods, backbeat, back 40 Back down them little back roads Back home, back porch, backseat, back story That’s right back where I go Yeah, where it’s blue jeans, Sunday best, amen, hell yeah ‘Cause that’s where I’ve been getting stoned Back home Gimme old Bocephus Gimme chicken fries, yeah Gimme long necks Gimme three steps On a honky-tonk Saturday night, yeah Gimme back that church trip first kiss With Whitney ’cause I did it all wrong And my first hummingbird Where I learned every word To them toot-me-doodle big city songs Back home, backwoods, backbeat, back 40 Back down them little back roads Back home, back porch, backseat, back story That’s right back where I go Yeah, where it’s bl